Jan's Poetic Collection

A rose for the rose,
And a wish,
That wherever she goes,
Joys be her mate,
And mine becomes--
All her woes.

May this rose bloom forever,
May it never wither,
And its a prayer to god,
That, come what may --
This Rose ---
Never faces the odds.

Roses come with thorns,
But it's a wish from heart,
This Rose never has one,
Whoever gets this Rose,
May his life fill with fragrance,
And brighter tomorrows.

Rose is a Rose,
She will never have foes,
And even if there be any,
This friend will be fighting,
To see them vanish,
Like stars vanish with sunrise.