A Rose

She is like a rose,
so sweet and soft.
She whispers to you like,
a rose does to the wind.
The elegant beauty she hides,
from the world. She is like
a rose waiting to bloom.
A rose is what I compare her to
because of her tenderness.
But she does not see it for herself.

She is a rose so delicate and soft,
that you afraid to touch her.
She might fall apart.
She is a rose that is waiting,
for someone to pick her,
and let her beauty shine.
A rose is what i call her.
Because I know she is a rose.
I don't tell a lie just look at and you will see.