In gardens where beauty and fragrance entwine,
A symbol of love, the rose does shine.
With petals of velvet, in hues so vast,
It whispers of emotions from first to last.
A scarlet kiss in the garden's embrace,
A red rose blooms with passion and grace.
Its thorns may sting, but its heart is pure,
A timeless symbol, forever secure.
In the language of flowers, it conveys,
Love's sweet ardor in countless ways.
Each petal unfurls a tale to be told,
Of love, desire, and secrets to hold.
The white rose, a symbol of purity and light,
Innocence and hope in the darkest of night.
With a fragrance so sweet, it beckons to stay,
Guiding our hearts along love's gentle way.
Amidst the garden, the rose holds its sway,
A testament to love, in every shade and display.
A gift of nature's beauty, forever it gleams,
The rose, a timeless poem in the language of dreams.