A single rose,
to mask all lies,
to boost your show,
to hush my cries.
A thorny stem,
a sign of truths,
a candid gem,
a pain that soothes.
A pretty rose,
will show you care,
will help fights blow,
will keep hearts there.
A real cliche,
that brings pure smiles,
that paves the way,
that reconciles.
A pretty rose,
can offer hope,
can brighten lows,
can balance slopes.
A warmer gift,
with scented lips,
with a sweet sniff,
with strength that grips.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy