“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

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