I have planted a pretty Rose tree
It is surrounded with Jasmine but it breaths free
I tend her day and night
Watering even in schedule tight
Find comfort under the edge of its cool petal
As I touch it close to my ***** it appears brittle
Her thorns are my only enemies
Often ***** my finger as if in mutiny
The rose Buds offer innocence
Their scent is their essence
Flower itself is all elegance