In a garden of verses, where beauty repose,
Blooms a flower of language, the poetic rose.
Its petals are stanzas, delicate and refined,
Whispering sonnets to the wandering mind.

With elegance and grace, its essence unfurls,
A tapestry of words that enchant and twirls.
Each verse a fragrance, a symphony of rhyme,
The poetic rose blooms, transcending time.

Its colors are hues of emotions untold,
Love and longing, secrets it holds.
In crimson passion or purest white,
The poetic rose speaks, with poetic might.

Its thorns are the challenges that...