*Her Rose*

How can you dare?
To her, other flowers, compare.
Her beautiful colors, How they entwine,
In the sunlight, she will shine.
She expresses a passion, that you will feel.
She has a heart, that pumps soo real.
Her thorns, from pain, keep out the worst.
So filled with joy, she just might burst!!
Her motherly instincts came out as well,
To birds and squirrels, she gives a home to dwell.
Her buds, the prosper, As children grow,
As young ladies, with red skirts to show.
With tips pursed with delicate care,
With grace, she dies, no burden to bear!!