The Rose

You color love on darkest days,

You paint smile when times are weary,

You charm the heart that’s all you give,

The rose that you are who can outlive?


You bring beauty so strong to deny,

Your enchantment no one can belie,

But they who dare to hug yourself,

Your thorns can hurt they can reject.


You bloom on summer when days are longer,

You survive on winter when ways are colder,

But only those who brave your garden,

Can see your beauty amid thorns of pain.


You seek no prince or kingly thrones,

No gold or riches they can adorn,

You wait for one though worlds apart,

A loyal gardener to tend your heart.


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