She / Rose

In a garden where beauty unfolds,

Stands she, the rose, in petals of gold.

Graceful and proud, she dances with light,

A symphony of colors, in morning's delight.

Her scent, a whisper, soft on the breeze,

A tale of love, whispered to trees.

Each petal a poem, each thorn a tale,

Of resilience in bloom, when storms assail.

She, the rose, in garden's embrace,

A beacon of elegance, a portrait of grace.

In dew-kissed mornings, she opens her heart,

To the world's wonders, a masterpiece of art.

Through seasons she flourishes, in sun's warm embrace,

And even in winter, a memory of grace.

For she is a symbol, of love's sweet repose,

A timeless reminder, of how beauty grows.

In gardens she lingers, a queen in repose,

She, the rose, where poetry flows.

Her essence endures, in tales yet untold,

She, the rose, a story of love and bold.

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