By chance, I saw you peeking through.
Your yellow bright, in breeze you blew.
Your petals soft, your beauty rare.
I could not help but stop and stare.
You were the first but not the last.
My fragile rose you grew so fast.
You came with rain and brought the spring.
Your power strong, fit for a king.
The sweet perfume that you possess.
Does make me weak I must confess.
Upon your sight I quickly froze.
My lovely flower, my special rose.