“Please take care of my rose
With little to no love
She grew from ashes and rotten soil
Ready to surmount the world
Please take care of my rose
Such a selfless force
Always there for you through the worst
Her grace is not deserved by most
Please take care of my rose
Her unyielding backbone
Ought not to be incessantly strong
‘Cause of others’ wicked wrongs
Please take care of my rose
Appreciate her lyrical chords
Writing that is both candid and soft
Unveils the deepest lows from which she arose
Please take care of my rose
Don’t be afraid of her thorns
They were born out of struggle
For light and hope amid her woes
Please take care of my rose
Don’t hurt her more
If you won’t treat her right
Just let her go
Please take care of my rose
Her petals of everchanging colours
Have an aura that everything blows
Relinquishing capitulation to the shadows
Please take care of my rose
Let her know
We lied in our song
She is everything but replaceable”
Thinking of a very dear friend.
Written by Emilie F. Yaakaar
All Rights Reserved © 2019
