Even though I m not lucky enough
to feel the sweet fragrance of the rose
I loved and loving...

But....
Please let me offer this rose too
on your heart altar...


Though you gave me enough clues
to express the reluctance,
my mind is reluctant to accept this reality.

I asked why...
from my paining soul.

The soul whispered me...
" The love you offering is sincere
The love you offering is true
The love you offering is immortal...

But the rose you're loving..
may never understand this
as long as you live.... "