the poem of the rose
Oh rose, so lovely and bright,
Your beauty, a magnificent sight,
Your petals so soft, colors so bold,
In gardens and vases, you are always a hold.
But what if I told you, the thorns could be gone,
And your beauty could still shine on and on,
No more pricks and scratches, no more pain,
Just pure loveliness, without any stain.
For you are a symbol of love, grace and peace,
No need for defense, no more thorns to cease,
Your gentle aura, your fragrance so sweet,
Would still bring joy, to all those you meet.
So here's to you, oh rose so fair,
With your thorns or without, you still show care,
For the beauty you bring, the happiness too,
Is enough for the world, and that's true.
Your beauty, a magnificent sight,
Your petals so soft, colors so bold,
In gardens and vases, you are always a hold.
But what if I told you, the thorns could be gone,
And your beauty could still shine on and on,
No more pricks and scratches, no more pain,
Just pure loveliness, without any stain.
For you are a symbol of love, grace and peace,
No need for defense, no more thorns to cease,
Your gentle aura, your fragrance so sweet,
Would still bring joy, to all those you meet.
So here's to you, oh rose so fair,
With your thorns or without, you still show care,
For the beauty you bring, the happiness too,
Is enough for the world, and that's true.
Type
Text, Literary (Novel/Poetry)
Medium
Paper
Authoring Date
1149
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