me dancing with the rose bush.. "how the stems are growing?"
she glared with widen eyes.. she huskily said, "it depends on factors.. wetness of the soil - like my feel when me near you.. moistures in the air - like my breath when you hold me.. hotness of the sun - like your looks.. whenever opportunity arise - me grow.. me too selfish.."
me exclaimed,"ho, is it?"
"yes.. but don't ask me - HOW THE ROSE HAS COME?"
me token her with a kiss..
"while sun teases the earth - she blush; when she BLUSH - me yield a ROSE.."