She would cough terribley, and she would pretend that she was dying, to avoid being laughed at.
And I should be obliged to pretend that I was nursing her back to life.
To be sure, an ordinary passer-by would think that my rose looked just like you- the rose that belongs to me.
But in herself alone, she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses.
Because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars; because it is she that I have listened to when she grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing.
Because she's my rose
She would cough terribley, and she would pretend that she was dying, to avoid being laughed at.
And I should be obliged to pretend that I was nursing her back to life.
To be sure, an ordinary passer-by would think that my rose looked just like you- the rose that belongs to me.
But in herself alone, she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses.
Because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars; because it is she that I have listened to when she grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing.
Because she's my rose.