A rose for The Rose
For being so prominent in poetry and prose
For no other flower has adorned with so much zest
Lover’s  tresses or a Martyr’s wreath
For a single flower to epitomize love and hate
Cherished From classic to modern, blessed by choice and fate
For all the romance and all the tragedies it has seen
In the tears of pathos and in the pearls of glee
For the petals and thorns and the richness of their harmony
To be in ease with its beauty calling for awe and envy
For the delicate vulnerability of petals and strong character of thorn
To be everywhere and yet so exclusive, has there ever been a human such born?