Desperate Lover Poem by Vidi Wija

Roses are not always red
And so the love be led
In every way of try
Never know but why

Heart will not hurt another
If there is a love ever
Faith to be more needed
White love there indeed

Millions forgiveness of crying heart
Fruitless as the rotten tree apart
Love is in the way of Love
When nothing means no Love

Is that what you need?
The thing you no longer did?
To love heartedly unconditionally?
Or another Love of somebody?

O.. What does my Love do?
The things which over you
O.. Roses ain't bloom again
Till I know what Love is again