In gardens blooming with colours divine,

A humble flower doth gracefully shine.

Petals soft, delicate, and yet so bold,

Discover a singular beauty that never grows old.

Oh, roses fair, enchanting to behold,

With fragrance that weaves stories untold.

Crimson, pink, and ivory lace,

Each hue a tale about nature’s embrace.

Like whispers of love from a lover’s lips,

Or a gentle touch on one’s fingertips,

The rose entices, beckoning hearts,

Kindling desires, igniting love’s sparks.

A symbol of passion, desire, and grace,

In gardens, they find their sacred space.

But beware the thorns that lie concealed,

For beneath the beauty, strength is revealed.