The way a rose grows is nothing to scoff at
It grows faster than grass but with less patience
A toughness and much more color
It can't be compared to other flowers
It lacks the sincerity, the kindness
And it contains little to no softness

A rose is simply a rose (red)
The other colors are impostors
It represents the definition of love without words
But with a vision only visual to the couple involved

A rose has a depth, heart, and soul
That go without scientific explanation, philosiphication
Reason and logic do no better explaining
The humanity contained within the soul of a rose