A rose is but a little flower,
Yet, has infinite love to shower,
It represents an aura of power
Above all flowers, they tower.
It may be filled with spines,
But with it's love us it entwines.
It is strong, yet delicate
It's beauty is woven intricate
Humality is it's treasure
To posses it is our pleasure.
Its beauty has no measure
Its symbol of odoration
Or may express one's fecilitation.
A rose is all about divinity
It's existence is since eternity. Close Window
