• The pinicle of beauty,
    That everyone knows,
    The marvelous wonder,
    That is the rose.

    As soft as silk,
    As red as wine,
    Complete perfection,
    Ultimately fine.

    But every rose,
    As it grows old,
    Will grow dark,
    The red won't hold.

    And every rose,
    Has another side,
    The painful thorns,
    It tends to hide.

    But don't avoid,
    Don't act as foes,
    Just be careful,
    With the rose.