One red rose is yet to give .
She care not to accept a red rose.
She did not care to my feeling.
She did not care to read my heart.
She did not care to look at my bleeding heart filling with blood as red as rose.
Now I know why red rose is love rose.
As love lives in red heart, so love rose is red rose.
I am yet to give a red rose as she had rejected my love.

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