Among the thorn and leaves,
See what come to heaves:
A Red Rose!
Full of colours and aroma,
Proudly held high in its red chroma.
A red rose is a sign of love,
Like secret messages sent by dove.
When I see it;
It fills my heart with joys,
That's why planting roses with my granny I really enjoys.
Soft petals hold a freshness hue,
Of love that's deep and courage true.
Unbowed by storms, it learns to stays,
A red rose greeting every day.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 9:39 AM UTC
Among the thorn and leaves,
See what come to heaves:
A Red Rose!
Full of colours and aroma,
Proudly held high in its red chroma.
A red rose is a sign of love,
Like secret messages sent by dove.
When I see it;
It fills my heart with joys,
That's why planting roses with my granny I really enjoys.
Soft petals hold a freshness hue,
Of love that's deep and courage true.
Unbowed by storms, it learns to stays,
A red rose greeting every day.
This is dedicated to beauty of red rose.