Fragrance Of Words

Wrinkled, delicate, but most beautiful

The petals of a flower appear,

Soft as the touch of a wool

Flowers are always dear.

Trapped inside a book

One preserves them for remembrance,

Behold the beauty; have a look

Also, pleasing is its fragrance.

Many flowers, for different occasion

Symbolise death and also passion,

They bring joy to our hearts without any reason

Ever blooming they are, filled with compassion.

Detached from the stem, petals lay above,

Does one need a rose to express their love?