Gently reaching upwards
Driven by the deepest thirst
Reveling in the nurturing rays

Silken petals drape
Curl and seductively pout
She knows she is a lure!

Every entranced glance
Every gentle stroke
Serves to excel her beauty

Mesmerized by her own fragrance
Kindly bestowed from within
She recognizes her gift

Preoccupied she seems
Envied by the loveless
Yet magnanimous she loves

Why oh why!
Does she tempt you so
Day and night, night and day

For she knows nothing else
Than love is all
For onlooker and herself both.

Be the rose, be the weed
The inner fragrance of love
Is the same for all

Dig past the facades
Gleam through all the layers
For you too, are your very own rose!