If roses ever sat down to write

A Bestseller, or even smarter

Those Mills & Boons rubbish

They could take over the whole

Market within seconds as calmly

They pen the tales of all the silly

Hearts that swoon over them

But roses being just roses they

Have far better things to do so

They decide to feed the sunken 

souls They find and fill up the 

 holes from where hope has fled!