The Rose

Have you ever imagined,

the blooming rose.

Which develops slowly,

make you fall in love.

Have you seen it,

swaying with the wind.

That body covered in thorns,

cover himself carefully.

With each petal's delicate dance,

Intricate beauty in every glance. 

A love so pure,

a bond so deep.

In the heart of a rose,

forever to keep.

Have you ever thought, 

there's no reason.

Which can distract you,

 Loved a rose.