In a rose, there is a matter,
of what we desire to resolve;
we can research on, but have no answer.
What is it? Inner beauty?
Of what we like to know;
inside is true and sweet;
like velvet silk of softness,
tender from the touch; like a
rose delicate petals.
Nevertheless, even though the points from
the stem are hurtful, if pricked.
The feeling of the petals and leafs
are fair enough to ease away
What truly is inside is what cannot
It is what only you can see,
if you can believe inside.
Combining both, a beauty of a rose
and a heart in one,
you may see what really is inside
— The End —