The rose is a rose is a rose,
She blooms, because she blooms.
Just like rose and thorns,
Sorrows and gladness are together.
Beauty is the perfume of a rose,
We can smell it and that is all.
Love is like a rose, beautiful and calm,
One rose is enough for dawn.
Smell the roses. Smell the coffee,
Whatever that makes you happy.
A single rose can be our garden,
A single friend, our world.
Red rose is a passion, white rose is a love,
Red rose is a falcon and white rose is a dove.
Take a time to smell the roses,
And accept the thorns which it bears.


© Shagun