Rose

Oh, rose! Sweet rose, so fair and bright,

In gardens, fields, and meadows quiet,

Your petals soft, your scent divine,

A symbol of love, so pure and fine.

Your colors range from purest white,

To reds that burn like firelight,

And pinks so soft they seem to blush,

At every passing breeze's rush.

With thorns that keep your beauty safe,

You stand as nature's perfect grace,

A flower that speaks of love and joy,

A symbol of hope that none can destroy.

Oh, rose! Your beauty knows no bounds,

Your fragrance fills the air around,

And in our hearts, you'll always be,

A flower that speaks of love to see.