Little red rose

I remember not when you were born

from a bud to a flower you had grown

I remember the day i saw you first

you were the cutest and the youngest

i remember the white dress you wore

it was pleated at the chest and you were four

round as the moon your smiling face 

your eyes sparkled wide and larger than you were

two curly plaits hung from your head

on your bare white shoulders to and fro

i craved for your smile but oftn you cried

chains of pearls withered on your dress and dried

to play and fight to share my mind

i longed for a sister of my kind

you were my sister and still not mine

but i loved you more than my heart and soul

if you had been my own  you were th loser

for th words of praises and songs i sing

would be another owner,someone elses pleasure

so lets be fine and think of nothing better

all that happens has always been for the better