THE PERFECT ROSE

The perfect rose of spring time
Has a beauty all its own.
Its smell is very special,
The sweetest I have ever known.

The perfect rose blooms shyly
Opening slowly , peeking through,
Sending out a message,
From my heart to you.

The special rose of summer,
Blooms with a boldness of its own.
Sending its aroma  freely 
To everywhere its  petals blown.

Pick the special rose of summer,
Dry the Petals on their own,
The aromas stay with you a long time,
With a sweetness before unknown.

The fragile leaves of autumn,
Now fading on their own,
While the winds blow in around it
Petals falling off and down.

The rose doesn't bloom in winter,
It sleeps as most things on its own.
The waiting almost over,
Branches grow again renown.

But the perfect rose of spring time
Is the sweetest  I have known,
With its beauty and its shyness,
Is the best one to have known.

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