Beauty is her name, Rose

Beauty is her name, Rose
The flower to the garden
I worship
She like heaven
Every man want to get to her
But her beauty
Sting like a BEE
I cried
To simply last away the pain
God had placed in forgiving her
No figure on earth would dare challenge
Such a creature from Heaven
All the angels love to sing her name
Wishing that they could look the same
No artist could capture
Each faces of her being
Whether it’s physical or spiritual
Is a divine beauty
From which there’s no excuse in the eyes of man
So when her eyes meet mine
I am her prisoner and
To only her I will surround
Every sixty seconds she smiles
Is a minute of happiness
I can never get back.
whenever I see a rose
I look upon the stars
And says