Do Not Crave The Rose

One may be a warrior,

His pride is his greatest shield,

On a battlefield,

He pierces sword

On the enemy's heart,

Still, he has a love for Humankind.

He bows his head

To the motherland,

Out of Love to the motherland,

Love is his biggest weakness.

Many aspire to get the chair,

No sleep night after night,

Scrambling for it,

Fight, brain to brain,

Compete for strength to strength,

The chair is precious for them,

The battle is over,

The winner owns the chair,

Authority and power,

So in Love with chair,

Love for chairs is his biggest weakness.

Man or woman,

One loves the other,

They have dreams,

Happiness and joy,

Taste love is sweeter,

Then a single drop of heaven’s rain

In the time of drought,

The heart resembles 'oh what a relief,

To Him or her,

Let no other in this world,

Sit beside her or his

Heart’s throne,

Let nothing come in between

Them to tear the lovers apart.

Love is nor thornless,

Like red roses across one,

To inhale and exhale,

Leaving anyone make

Speechless, breathless,

Do not crave the rose

If one cannot grasp the thorns.