March : Rose not Roses

Water drops on petals, catching my eyes.
The curve of the stem, always looks so sexy.
I'm a lover of rose, not roses.
I love rose not roses.

It's an exploration, rose was made of outer space, roses was made to be hurt.
Rose's lips are like the galaxy's edge, and roses's kisses feel so disgusting.
I'm a lover of rose, not roses.
I love rose not roses.

1 is rose, more than 1 is roses.
I love rose, and I hate roses.
Rose, makes me happy.
Roses, only hurting me.
I love Rose.