Rose

A rose so delicate, so pure and fair

Its petals soft and velvety, so rare

Its scent so sweet, a true work of art

A symbol of love, a treasure in the heart

The thorns may prick, but beauty is its crown

A reminder that love can sometimes wound

But the rose, it blooms, in rain or shine

A testament to the power of time

In shades of red, pink, and yellow too

Each color holds a different hue

But all are lovely, all are true

A rose, in all its beauty, to pursue

So let us cherish this flower so fair

And keep it close, a treasure to share

For the rose, it speaks of love's sweet grace

A reminder of the beauty in this place.