Beyond imagination

Those rose flowers,

Which you serve in my messenger,

Become alive reaching me,

And deliver immense love of thee.

The messages they accompany,

Spur new spirit in me,

Work as guiding lights,

To live the whole day in delight.

 At times I contemplate,

What will become of my fate,

 The day you will stop,

Popping up on my laptop.

 The darkness of distress,

Will spread over my days,

 They will become unending cruelty,

 Beyond the imagination of my poetic sagacity.