Love could not be perfected by dead as it does not die in a tomb, yet death is a great price to pay for a red rose as life is precious to all. That being said, still love is better then life....what is the heart alone compared to the heart that loves? for true love is wiser then philosophy and mightier then power, as pure as crystals. The birth of love in one's heart is as beautiful as a rose blossom.
You told me you would dance with me if i brought you a red rose....here is the reddest rose in the that i give to you, but would you wear it next to your heart tonight for it would whisper my love as we danced under the silver moon.
Forgive me for poverty as i am unable to treasure you with jewels that cost much more then a flower. Some would say love is not half as useful as logic, it does not prove anything and it is always telling things of fantasy....to be unpractical, but I would say...love is better then wisdom, more precious then riches, fairer then the moon, no fire can burn it and no water can wash it away.
I spoke your name but no one came, the moon heard your name but to my own hurt i wandered away.Yet this love is so strong that it still abides in me patiently waiting to give you this rose. My love for you, ever was it so strong though i have looked upon evil and looked upon good, i hope this love never departs for if this love dies....surely i would die with it to.
Please accept this flower, as its ruby red colour came from the bleeding still heart of mine that loves you and beats only for the hope of reuniting with you in this one dance.
...YoGa...
