rose.

If I should never see you,

like a rose that blooms at night;

to wither when time's not right,

then, cleanse my tears with the morning dew.

Your glamour I've seen in the dawn dream;

a dream that dissolutions the day,

and I pray, if for my sins I've to pay,

let me see the rose blossom.

To a beautiful hedge you're curved,

dear Rose-

amid cataracts for mine sun never rise,

welcoming a new dawn so frazzled.

Dear rose that thrives in the night,

Witness my heart's toughest fight.

Bunguswa Writes.