The Rose

In gardens filled with sunlight's gleam,

A beauty reigns, a timeless dream.

With petals soft as morning dew,

The rose unveils its vibrant hue.

Its fragrance dances on the breeze,

A whisper soft, a tender tease.

In every petal, love's embrace,

A story told with grace and grace.

Though thorns may guard its tender heart,

The rose still blooms, a work of art.

A symbol of love, both pure and true,

In gardens old and gardens new.