The Most Fragrant Rose

I. In youth, she was a gift from the divine, Bringing happiness to those she would meet. Her complexion would radiantly shine To compliment her soft brown eyes so sweet. Her shining dark hair was always kept neat Whenever she went outside to have fun— The most fragrant rose grew beneath her feet. Quickly around the playground she would run, Then her young smile faded into the summer sun. II. In adolescence, she had grown defined, Who she was becoming began to show. Her youthful features became more refined, Walking gracefully through the leaves and snow. Over the months, the years would come and go— Mother Nature followed her to ensure The most fragrant rose continued to grow. Her beauty became increasingly pure, As her childhood face had proceeded to mature. III. In adulthood, a queen she is now crowned, As her elegance still lights up the room. A dearer woman can never be found, Search far and wide, it is safe to presume. These lines recall a hint of her perfume, And her beauty still shines bright throughout time— The most fragrant rose is now in full bloom. Here, she shall always remain in her prime, With her image forever captured in this rhyme. © 2021