Rose (short poem)

In a garden, fair and bright,
Blooms a flower, pure and right.
Her petals soft, like velvet touch,
The symbol of love, admired so much.

Her name is Rose, a queen of grace,
With colors varied, in every place.
From scarlet red to palest white,
Her beauty shines, a splendid sight.

Her fragrance, sweet, fills the air,
Guiding minds to peace and care.
Her thorns may prick, but don't be vexed,
For deep within, a heart connects.

She teaches patience, she teaches love,
Like an angel sent from above.
A gentle reminder, day by day,
To never forget how to display.

Oh, Rose, you teach us to be kind,
To uplift others' weary minds.
With open arms, you welcome all,
Your presence, like a soothing call.

So, let us cherish this precious bloom,
In gardens and hearts, she'll always loom.
A symbol of love, forever embraced,
Our dear Rose, with elegance graced.