Language Of Roses Poem by Rizgar Zaki

On a journey in search of roses,
through novels, stories, and every written line,
I inhale a fragrance blended with the maze of wandering.

Her eyes, as deep as the seas,
hold a thousand secrets and kings with their ancient treasures.
Upon her shoulder, an angel writes poetry in the color of her hair,
while a flock of birds sings her name.

How could a writer, fluent in the language of roses,
see anything more beautiful than her in all existence?