The Language of Roses

I hold in my hand a simple rose,

Its beauty and fragrance simply glows,

A symbol of love, and so much more,

A message from my heart that I implore.

The petals soft and delicate,

Its hue as deep as the love I relate,

A love that grows with each passing day,

A love that will never, ever fade away.

This rose is a symbol of my love,

A love that's pure and from above,

A love that will last for all time,

A love that will forever be thine.

For you, my love, are like this rose,

Your beauty and grace, and the way you grow,

A light that shines in the darkest night,

A beacon of hope, and a source of delight.

So accept this rose, as a token of my love,

A symbol of the gift from above,

A love that will never fade away,

A love that will endure till the end of our days.

So let us hold hands and cherish this moment,

As we bask in the beauty of this sentiment,

For our love is like a rose, so pure and so true,

A love that will forever be between me and you.