The Rose Poem by segun Johnson Ozique

In what name or blend is sweet to behold
In fragrance unique, teasing and alluring
In freedom from strife, beloved and dear
Irritated reel, twitchy as nutty like thunder

The rose is a creation well poised
Self sufficient to bloom to all admirers
With thorns as protection for beseeching hands
Only the careful and caring invited to pluck

So, when rose is seen standing afar alone
Do not for once think she does in despair
For the hunger that feeds on her beauty
Troubles her with too a relentless longing

The world in its guise is filled by pretenders
And the rose full of acumen sensibly knows