The sweet perfume of each blossom brings unto my heart
the love of beauty that readily blooms from my soul.
With each touch, every soft caress upon the petals of these roses;
through me move the memories, the joy,
the emotions that I have awakened within each of these gifts of love.
From these delicate gifts;
the precious blossoms that mother earth does make available unto me;
it is from these gifts that I am able to bestow upon others,
love, friendship, happiness and peace.
It is from nature’s rose; from these sweet creation of uncompromising beauty;
from their fragrant perfume unequalled I cannot escape.
Now again, as the next blossom is picked,
I am reminded by the thorns;
as they pierce my skin, into my flesh,
my blood matches their color of crimson red;
love has thorns equal, piercing not the flesh but the heart.
