Magical Red Rose Poem by Micron

I speak of our magical red rose
The famous flower everyone knows
With her vicious nasty spiky stem
She sits aloft there, natures gem
The flower is oh so gentle to you and me
For balance her thorns show life’s cruelty
She sways in the breeze in all her splendor
Her delicate, vivacious petals are so tender
Her feather light petal lips red as blood
With the texture of soft crushed velvet, as they should
Her sweet scent fills the air in the caressing sun
She’s a symbol of love and hope to everyone
But is a balance of beauty with razor sharp thorns
Love’s joy she brings, and its hurt she warns
She brings peace after a lover’s tiff
And is on top of the valentine list
Some hope, wait for her presence, as you should
For to receive brings hope, and love - which is good
When in love her beauty brings joy to all
But if you’re alone she increases tears that fall
If she is never received in love it hurts
For she is both an enchantment and a curse
For the one who wishes to love, and to be loved
Waiting watching her as time goes on and on
The magical rose, softly slowly her petals fade one by one
Her velvet petal tears dropp for all to see
They flutter downwards continuously
Blood red petals in a river of her tears
Fall on salty thorns representing our fears
As a new rose opens it says don’t lose hope
It shows more love so please don’t mope
For although she’s a balance an enchantment and curse
Things really could be really much worse
For most people on seeing the magical rose
Are filled with her beauty and joy from head to toe