The mere petal of a rose is a myth to humanity,

we all believe fallacies: 'a gift from prosperity'

the captivating aroma, the vivacious colour,

presumptuous beauty, equal to each other,

but a single prick of a thorn,

is the simple reason of an expression, forlorn,

for the tint of crimson eternally grows,

blood is the silenced reason for a true red rose.