In gardens of splendor, where petals unfold,
A queen of flowers, forever to hold.
The rose, a symbol, of love's tender might,
A beauty so captivating, in morning's golden light.

Soft as silk, delicate as a sigh,
Fragrant as perfume, that touches the sky.
In hues of red, pink, yellow, and white,
A rainbow of emotions, in each delicate sight.

Thorns may surround, but beauty reigns within,
A reminder of passion, that forever will win.
In bouquets and garlands, they're cherished and worn,
A token of affection, that forever will be sworn.

From ancient myths, to modern-day charm,
The rose's allure, forever disarms.
In language of flowers, they speak from the heart,
A timeless beauty, that never will depart.

So let us cherish, this flower of love,
A symbol of passion, sent from above.
For in its beauty, we find our own,
A reflection of love, that forever will be sown.