I walked not through a garden,

but I came upon a rose.

It dealt a blow so swift and sweet,

that still its impact grows.

The Un red Rose

In the 9th year it was the dawn of days,
there was a rose with no color no form.
It tried to grow in its own

- The Rose -

The rose blushed red beneath my tread
In upward gaze of sad decline.
Her twisted bush, with bleeding head
Exquisite

The Fair Rose
O rose, thy gorgeous fragrant smell
brings joy to those in whom it dwells.
Thy strong uniqueness and delicate

The flower of love that reigns supreme

In beauteous grace and glory

With every type and color scheme

The rose is commendatory