Her name resounds throughout the world
So vivid and so colorful, so warm and so blessed
And with her in sight, I’m left without a word
Like a rose in the wild, she is the best.
The roses she loves are the white, red, and pink ones
But for me, she’s worth more than combined the three
Like a delicate rose that blooms under the sun,
She is much more than what your eyes can see.
Like how a rose clings through its thorns and prickles,
She’s difficult to move, hard to be swayed.
But gentle as she is with a touch that soothes and tickles,
Like a rose in the wild, she’s beautiful in every way.
A storm or drought or the winter may come
Like worries and aches and troubles do;
Despite them, my Rose still blooms and stands her ground.
Bruised she may be, but she recovers anew.
Been painted by the masters,
Nature’s most fascinating gift.
Still life of trees and fruits and flowers
Cannot compare to the joy that she can give.
She made the bitter sweet and made gentle the ironclad.
Like what my Rose does to me and make me all feel better.
No more was my heart unfortunate and sad
With her love that feels like ten-thousand love letters.
One that softens hearts and breaks a curse,
Like a rose that breathes through air and moisture and sunshine.
For her, I’d pop my lungs, hide in the dark, and thirst
To give all that she needs, so long as she would be fine.
“Oh, she loves me, she loves me not”,
I rosily utter as I peel every petal;
But unlike those flowers that deceive, crumble, and rot,
My Rose is ever true and eternal.
And now all the roses picked from the fields have withered today,
Except for my rose so extant and so alive.
Ephemeral are the others that barely even stayed,
Between me and my Rose is lasting love that binds.
And I am not afraid for a little bit
Even though with her thorns, I will bleed.
Everything is all worth it;
I will endure because she is all I need.