The rose blooms, with a fragrance so sweet,
Its petals are soft, like velvet to greet.
Its color is vibrant, like a blush on a cheek,
As it fills the air, with a scent to seek.
The rose's fragrance is delicate, like a memory to cherish,
A reminder of the love, that's always there to nourish.
And as I smell its perfume, feeling so content,
I'm reminded of the beauty, that's always there to present.
