Blue Rose

My poem again.. please do comment..

Blue Rose

I love u he said,
But every word is fake.

No matter how beautiful the words are,
In the end they will become the falling star.

The sparrow tear his body,
To color the white rose bloody.

The red rose now loves the sparrow,
But ended up only with sorrow.

Why blue rose u ask?
Because it isn't a must.

For the blue roses are hard to find,
Took years for the scientist to combined.

I shall now give love a toast,
For is it just like the blue rose.