Young beautiful rose. How your beauty shines over all

A lily in a patch of thorns. A lonely fruit tree in the forest

Many will come and admire the rose, others will mock you

They cannot see your beauty for they are blinded by you

As the admires will come and go, the rose has yet to fully bloom

You, the rarest rose of all, you’ll find the one that will stay

The one that will gape at your beauty day and night

Will do nothing to hurt you. Will help you grow and learn.

For the master gardener has a plan and partner for you

Wait young beautiful rose. You must wait to fully bloom

For now you’re just a pretty bud starting to open

Regardless whether you’re a bloom or a bud

Oh how your beauty shines over all