In the garden of life, there’s a flower so fair,
Its petals so delicate, its fragrance so rare.
A symbol of love, of passion, of grace,
A beauty that time cannot ever erase.
It stands so tall, with a regal pose,
Its colors so vibrant, its aura glows.
A masterpiece of nature, a work of art,
A rose, a rose, it shall never depart.
The morning dew, it gently caresses,
As if giving thanks for its loveliness.
Its stem so slender, its thorns so sharp,
A reminder of life, of its bitter and sweet harp.
Each petal a story, a tale to tell,
Of love, of loss, of life’s uphill.
A rose so red, so bold, so bright,
A promise of hope, of a new day’s light.
It stands alone, yet never alone,
A symbol of love, a beauty well-known.
A rose, a rose, forever in bloom,
Its beauty eternal, its fragrance a perfume.
