Rose

Of course, here's a short poem for you:

In gardens of love, a rose does bloom,

Its petals soft, like a fragrant plume.

With colors that dance in the morning light,

It whispers of passion, a sweet delight.

Its thorns may guard its tender heart,

Yet love's embrace, it won't depart.

In every petal, a story it weaves,

A symbol of love that never leaves.

So cherish the rose, both beauty and grace,

In its presence, find a sacred space.

For in its bloom, we're reminded anew,

That love's enduring, forever true.