The Rose

Oh, the queen of flora,

Sleep in peace,

Among your dear comrades,

In the garden of love.

You serve as a messenger,

By uniting lovers forever.

Your magic shades,

Just like the colors of an artist's canvas.

Your fragrance surpasses,

The man-made perfumes.

Your thorns signify a broken heart.

You have a final word with the grave.

And that makes you the unconquerable one.