She’s as elegant as the royal ruby color of the rose
She’s as soft as the silk petals’ caresses
She’s as sweet as the inviting, sensitively-affectionate glow of the rose
She’s as rejuvenatingly calming as the rich, sweet aroma that refreshes your senses
She’s as innocent as the way the stem’s thorns were born to want to defend the rose
She’s as pure as the bewildering vibrancy that makes you cry for its beauteous rarity it expresses
She’s as strong as the persistent petals’ will to protect the center of the rose
She’s as reigniting as the strength the rose calls for you to protect the life it possesses
She’s as symbolic as the rose is of the human soul.
She’s the rose of my heart!
She’s my mom!
