Roses @@@ Poem by Natasa To

A rose is more than petals red,

it speaks the words we leave unsaid.

A quiet fire, a softened flame,

a fleeting beauty none can tame.



It blooms at dawn with gentle grace,

the morning sun upon its face.

Yet every thorn reminds the hand,

that love is fierce, not always planned.



A rose in white, a rose in gold,

a thousand stories yet untold.

In gardens still, or hearts that ache,

it teaches beauty's price to take.



For roses live, and roses fall,

yet leave their fragrance over all.

A moment's gift, a timeless art—

the rose, eternal, in the heart.