I paint

Version #1

I paint each and every petal.
With the brush in one hand,
and the red rose in another.

Over the top, on the bottom,
on the outside and the inside,
I try to paint it, with yellow colour.

Layer after layer, I dry and repaint,
trying to veil the real deep red
with this colour, emotion, relation other.

Version # 2

I paint,

I paint each and every petal.
With the brush in one hand,
and the red rose in another.

Over the top, on the bottom,
on the outside and the inside,
I try to paint it, with yellow colour.

Layer after layer, I dry and repaint,
trying to veil the real deep red
with this colour, emotion, relation other.

Its a hurting task, this painting work,
it kills the aroma, with the paint's pungence,
it hardens, parches the petals so tender.

But if not as red, the colour of love,
I wish to this relation to be
of friend, to just be together.

And so, I paint,

I paint each and every petal,
for I wish, I want, I need this rose to be,
If not in its red, but at least its yellow colour.