In the garden of friendship

                    I met a red-rose of love

                    she took my heart away

                    and i'm out with none

                    my life is a question

                    which i couldnt answer

                    i'm happy with the thought

                    that love is a question

                    and is nothing.. but a state of mind

                    howz my poem.... weird rt..i know.. haha

                    any way guys.. thanx for your patience..

           The red rose is for my love. okay guys this is not a joke. but i've never met her yet.