The Rose
 
 
 Oh, the rose I had seen shining red,
There atop the hilltop ahead,
In thought, had thought to take,
And offer it unto you,
Tho' when peak at last I'd crest,
As sun had begun its rest
Beyond the rose, also red,
Seemed to me too perfect,
So I could not take and leave to dead,
As an offering unto you.
 
 
-by Ahmed Samir