A rose, by nature, blooms in grace,
With petals soft, it carves its space.
In gardens where the whispers blend,
It stands, a beauty to transcend.
Its velvet touch and fragrant breath,
A dance of life, defying death.
In crimson hues or blush of dawn,
It greets the world, a silent song.
Each thorn it bears, a tale untold,
Of love and loss, both fierce and bold.
A paradox of soft and stern,
In its embrace, all hearts do yearn.
Beneath the moon’s enchanting light,
The rose unfolds, a sight so bright.
In twilight’s hush, or morning's dew,
Its beauty paints a world anew.
A symbol of the heart's desires,
Of secret dreams and passions' fires.
The rose, a timeless, tender muse,
Inspire, it does, the souls it woos.
So let us cherish what it shows,
The fleeting grace, the eternal rose.
In every petal, life’s refrain,
A song of joy, a touch of pain.
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Good poem.