The love of the rose, in its delicate pose

In gardens lush, where colors bloom,
There lies a flower, in nature's room.
Its petals soft, like velvet's touch,
The rose, a symbol, it means so much.

With crimson hue, and fragrant grace,
It's a token of love, in every place.
The love of the rose, in its delicate pose,
A story of passion, in each petal it shows.

Its thorns may prick, a gentle reminder,
That love's not always a perfect binder.
But through the pain, and all the strife,
Love's enduring beauty, a precious life.

In the garden of life, where emotions grow,
The love of the rose, in hearts it will sow.
With each passing day, and each new sunrise,
Love's tender flower, in our hearts it lies.

So let us cherish, this love so rare,
The love of the rose, beyond compare.
For in its beauty, we find our way,
To love each other, every single day.