Rose

I, the flower called the rose of this beautiful planet, I toil and spin in the field of life my perfume lingers to humans kissed by the many watered by dew caressed by the hands that were touched by many used for many occasions brings love to even the broken hearted, as well as the happiest person what can I say but thank you for nurturing me, making me a home in your beautiful land. My thorns are my protection from those who want to cut me. I come in many colours to stain the hearts of many lovers. red, blue, orange, purple, white, red, colours painted by artists, planted by gardeners and also created by his majestic grace thank God for making me a rose, the rose that says I love you