Pink, yellow, white, red,
Sooner or later they end up dead,
always used to represent love,
Just like the way peace is a dove.

Yellow is friendship,
Passion is red,
Pink is sweet love,
White is dead.
Most people love them all
and then the Petals eventually fall, 
Just like all our tears,
When they fall you show your fears.

They show all the times,
Happy and sad,
soon they are poison,
Soon they turn bad,
So love is a rose. 
And a rose always dies
So does that mean
Our love will die?