It’s like petals are like dried blood,
Petals falling like tears,
Making love and hate,
Covered with needled thorns,

Protected by the thick pedals,
Waiting to prepare war to enemies,
Leaving sorrows pains in the enemy’s tears,

Watching every movement of humankind,
Enlightening the broken hearts,
Thorns sharper than a needle,
Soft as an breakdown sand,

The cries of the petals,
Always prepared for battle,
Making all women's loved and interested,
Smart and known for its best,

Lighter than a pencil,
Known for its colorful maroon,
Brings out the inner beauty,
Waiting to reach out for depression.