In gardens adorned with nature's grace, Blooms a flower with an elegant face. The queen of blossoms, in her repose, Is the timeless and lovely, delicate rose.
In colors vivid, a painter's delight, She captures the day and the softest of night. A scarlet kiss or a blush so faint, In her petals, emotions find their paint.
With thorns that guard her tender heart, She's a symbol of love from the very start. A gift of passion, a token of care, A rose conveys what words often dare.
In fragrant whispers, her secrets unfold, A story of beauty in petals enfold. In her presence, our senses entwine, A poem of the rose, a love so divine.
She stands for love, for courage, for grace, In her petals, a world we embrace. A timeless symbol of love's sweet prose, Is the elegant, enchanting, mystical rose.
