O, the magnificent rose, What beauty you behold, Emotions you hold Makes me hesitate to come close.
O, the spectacular rose, You colored with dangerous red, Seems no one shall dread To take a step close.
What beautiful thorns you behold Barring the winds Tonget a glimpse of the majestic beauty Which you posses.
O, the attractive rose, Your beauty shall not last long, For it shall turn eyes away, From the vexing curves You behold Your long thorny stalk Will be less talked about, Thy shall not remain the best, Like dust you shall form the rest.
When a rose turns old petals fall but the rose bud remains and its beauty and fragrance leaves a lasting impression in our minds Sure the beauty and fragrance of a rose lasts but briefly but the rose garden goes
Rose blossoms in filth Love for lust begins in bliss Thorn accompanies Rose uncertainty is part of Love Rose looks beautiful when fresh Lover looks attractive at first sight Rose withers over a time Love turns bitter after some time