To love a rose

Petal by petal

Imperfection along perfection

A rose

Frames what the eye cannot

Or will not see

It is layers upon layers

Of intrigue, mystery

Drifting on a breeze

It is symbolic

Of whatever we deem it to be

What we need it to be

To love a rose

Is to love humanity

They are parallel

In any way to be known

A rose is me, is you

Because a rose

Is all this

And more

So love the rose.