The Rose that was never smelt,that rose ..I picked a rose that was never smelt,it was special as can be.. beautiful in color,that rose had an impact on me,. picture perfect..filled with life,special and nice,I love that rose that I never smelt,..always looked at it twice,...As the day's went,it stood strong ,it never went bent,it was filled with life,special and nice,I love that rose I never smelt,always looked at it twice...,As the rose that wasn't smelt grew old,it still was bold in color with a touch of green ,still filled with life,special and nice,I love that rose that wasn't smelt, always looking at it twice,...That rose finally wilted and passed on,I sat in front of it wilted along with it sobbing silently,that rose was lifeless,I tried to touch it but pedal,by pedal,it fell slowly apart,I watered it everyday,remembering that rose which was never smelt,how lovely that rose brightly bloomed,how special it was,always looking at it twice,but I never even knew what kind of scent it gave out,all this time..I never wondered ever to take a smell...--"Always use your sense's,don't be mean minded and closed minded to one perspective, celebrate the quality of life, in a positive minded retrospective"--Christopher Stephen Cluney