my first rose..

crimson red
in full bloom
perfect in shape, velvety to the touch
a rare jewel, every girl's expectation
envy at seeing another own it
she stands wid her bare hands
wishing she'd receive it this yr
hoping dreaming of it so hard
only one is all she tinks abt
only one is enough
but disappointment oways seem to befall
no one ever seem to tink she deserves one
she refuse to ask
she desperately wans to earn it
one red rose is all she hoped for
is it too much to ask?
until today
when she finally got it
even thou she told him dere's no nd at all
and overwhelmed she was
only one was in her eyes
a beautiful red rose
she'd been hoping for so long
such beauty it holds
it may not last forever
soon it'll wilt and die
but the thought of it
the memory of its beauty wld nv be forgotten
especially the one who gave it to me
i hope i deserved it :)
tanks baby.. u're the first.. love you..