Enwrought in petals of white pink or crimson...
Lilting gracefully, with a shine or a glisten
Embroidered with spikes, only meant to forewarn;
Those whom would otherwise be harmed by a thorn.
A symbol of love, of trust or affection...
Or a for someone in whom you see your reflection,
Sometimes a token, to bid someone farewell;
To be placed on the tomb in which they now dwell.
Their beauty, suppressed only by their fragrance
Their only request: appreciate their presence
Engulfed by their grace, their allure and charm,
Mere presentation of one can dissuade you from harm.
Trepidation's abound when they are in bloom,
All eagerly waiting for new flowers to groom.
Clearing a space rich in soil, aside the windows,
On which we can place our budding
Lilting gracefully, with a shine or a glisten
Embroidered with spikes, only meant to forewarn;
Those whom would otherwise be harmed by a thorn.
A symbol of love, of trust or affection...
Or a for someone in whom you see your reflection,
Sometimes a token, to bid someone farewell;
To be placed on the tomb in which they now dwell.
Their beauty, suppressed only by their fragrance
Their only request: appreciate their presence
Engulfed by their grace, their allure and charm,
Mere presentation of one can dissuade you from harm.
Trepidation's abound when they are in bloom,
All eagerly waiting for new flowers to groom.
Clearing a space rich in soil, aside the windows,
On which we can place our budding