The Red Roses

The red roses are in the vase

On the coffee table,

They were in your hand

When you came home last night.

Their colours shine
As if to show they're proud.

The red roses are silent,
They don't want to disturb love.

Is red the colour of love?
Ambitious and arrogant?

Then why do I have this fear of losing it?

My heart deeply asks
What will happen to love
When they wither

- And the red roses stand still!

                         Fide Korkmazer Erken