Poetry

the rose

My beautiful rose
Your glasses capture the essence of your button nose
You stand tall like a rose, on a bush with thorns
But give peace and try not to show your horns
Your hair has been red, bald and blue
This just shows us the true you
There is no identical rose
Everyone is different
With you it really shows
People can yell and scream
But the rose holds its place up with royalty
As you do not scoop so low
You just grow, and grow
You are both forgiving and thoughtful
While to you others are awful
You are outgoing but shy to show
Your beauty through your inner glow
As like a rose so sweet
You give the eye a treat
Roses are red, and also come in pink
Inner beauty is real And that's what I think