Hidden behind the vast varieties of
wonderful flowers ,
All a different breed ,
All a different colour ,
Non alike.
She sat quietly in the over growing crowed,
Happy to be as she was.  
Maybe it was luck ,
Maybe it was a coincidence,
Maybe it was destiny,
But
I found her ,
She was more bewitching than any other I can and will come across,  
Her beauty captured more than my eyes ,
She captured my being,
She captured my soul,
She was a rose
Unlike any in existence,
But
Her worth
Her beauty
Her being
Unappreciated by passers.
One can only give into her charms
One can only break to her soft whispers,
She was a rose blossoming
More and more every day,
Growing more pulchritudinous.