A Bag full of Roses He came in front of me with his sweet & warm Welcome note. Sometimes Bitter sometimes As Sweet as Sugar were his words to me. One Day I saw his Bag Full of Roses. I only had Tears in my Eyes As I never Trusted him those Days Now I have his Roses But Just like he could not speak up Now whole Life I could not speak up too. He left for me roses to remember his love With forever grief of separation. Entangled tales of Love