About a rose

This world is a garden where flowers of all hues blooms, flowers tame and wild , of valleys and hills. Man with brawn, man with brain, man with gold and even man with none thirst to ravish in their beauty . Some blooms for everyone to enchant everyone , while some in the city of gold to be the object of praise for everyone. I have had my share of adventure in this world and have a humble knowledge of what the scent of woman is . Man of all walks have been intoxicated by them and I am no exception. But the flower I hope to make mine blooms not among the crowd. A coy little flower hidden and groomed by the gentle mighty forest , I will call my hidden rose, unspoiled by the air , might or wealth of the city . The most sinister enemy of beauty is I tell you false praise, it empties all the beauty within.