Roses

In a garden of colors, vibrant and bright,

Blossom the roses, a mesmerizing sight.

With petals delicate, soft as a kiss,

They dance with the breeze, a moment of bliss.

In hues of crimson, they paint the air,

A fragrance so sweet, beyond compare.

Each petal unfurls, like secrets untold,

Stories of love, in their hearts they hold.

The scarlet roses, passionate and bold,

Symbolize desire, a tale yet untold.

Their velvety touch, a lover's caress,

Igniting the flames of passion, no less.

Amidst the garden, a yellow rose gleams,

Like the sun's golden rays in joyous beams.

It whispers of friendship, warm and true,

A beacon of light in a world that's askew.

The white roses bloom, pure as the snow,

Symbolizing innocence, a tranquil glow.

Their fragrance lingers, a gentle embrace,

Guiding lost souls to find solace and grace.

A rose of pink, with grace and elegance,

Embodies love's tender and sweet essence.

A delicate dance, a romance untold,

As gentle as a whisper, yet mighty and bold.

And in this garden of roses so grand,

A tapestry of emotions, hand in hand.

For each petal speaks a language divine,

A symphony of feelings, entwined.

So cherish the roses, a gift from above,

A reminder of life, of beauty and love.

In their fragrant presence, let your heart be,

As vibrant and alive as a rose, forever free.