The Rose Poem by stephanie varnadore

You are my rose,
I don't care who knows!
The rose is fine
Just like a glass of wine.
It comes in many a shade
And never quits to aid.
Red is for love
And so is the white dove.
I can't be without you,
If so my world turns blue.
Our future together is bright
Every word said keeps us tight.
The first meeting was in a garden of flowers
Only you hold all the world powers.
Until, my dear Romeo, you can fend
For yourself, this description must come to an end.