There once was a Rose, a Beautiful an enchanted Rose
brought by the wind, with all thy Love held in a seed.

She grew up on a field
where all those differences of people meets.


People stopped by,admired thy shy and
all the Love kept inside made them all wise saying :
'That Rose was ment to be mine'.


They pulled and ripped all Her flowers apart
thinking of Beauty they could be part,

but there was no one left for thy Rose
for she is the one trying to show all
the Beauty and Love.


All parts of Her flowers ended in field
with Beauty and Love mented to thee.

By reaping and tearing Love Rose to those parts
they couldn't see Beauty she kept for their hearts.

So they asked and they wondered :
'Where is all thee, Beauty and Love mented for me ?'

What they saw and they felt was rippen apart
with hands of their own, not guided by hearts.

They started to blame on Love Rose with a thought
'Why did she came on our field with her Love ?'

Pain was no found, nor sorrow was shared, for
selfish cold heart was all that was kept.


Love Rose came again, developing her seed
deep down in their hearts where's no
lightness indeed.

She raised in each person bringing within
a key that will open everyone's stream.

And that all was mented to thee who'd
try to believe in True Love eternally.



© Andreja Ogrin ./ 08.06.1996