Roses

In gardens fair, where secrets lie,

The roses bloom, beneath the sky.

Their petals soft, like silken dreams,

In hues of red, in endless streams.

Each bud a heart, so tightly closed,

With thorns that guard, where love imposed.

Yet through the pain, their beauty glows,

Like love that blooms, where passion flows.

Their fragrance whispers in the breeze,

A love so deep, it aims to please.

Like rubies in the morning sun,

In every heart, they are the one.

In gardens' tapestry, they dance,

In every glance, a sweet romance.

With metaphors of love entwined,

The roses' beauty, one of a kind.