A red rose

Your color represents you.
Love, as they said to you.
Bees would be shy to touch you.
Oh my precious, you.

As time goes by.
You bloom into other's eye,
They fall in love,  I can't ask why.
Oh my precious,  honey pie.

You can't hide your thorn,
But it never fade the brilliant beauty you worn.
The day you were born,
A red rose was horn.

Obstacles may come and overcome,
Leaves of yours leave a good psalm.
You're stronger like a boredom,
But Love made you so damn.

And you're worth to conserve,
Making others smile that they deserve.
A red rose, small but reserve.
My precious red rose, my inverse.