Rose
My rose, How careful was I, when I plucked you from the tree.
"Cruel Human!" cried the bush and lo! Your thorns pricked me.
O dear!, I am sorry for doing this devil thing, I think it has hurt you a lot.
You possess a wondrous beauty adored by emperors, queens, poets and who not.
Looking at you, I stand amazed. What makes your appealing so fleeting?
Paragon of charmingness with fragrance breath-taking, sweet and intoxicating.
Loveliest of all cherished with exotic bloom and beautiful glow.
A classic and modern symbol of love to begin a romantic show.
Heavenly gift inspired the writers to write and carve many great stories.
None can stop praising you after listening to your glories.
Amazing is your symmetrically curled petal tips wonderfully furled.
For centuries you've been so blossoming into the world.
Jewel of any occasion enhancing the beauty of the venue.
The planet is blessed for having a flower like you.
As long as truth and honesty prosper and flourish together.
There's no forgetting - you'll always be what you're - forever and ever.
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