Ode to rose.

Ode to rose.

Thou art fitted with thrones,
Still thy beauty surpluses thy guilt.
Thy beauty is adored along thy thrones.
Thou art possesing virtues and vices.

Thou art painted with hues.
The dew drops adorn thee.
The nature is sympathised to thee.
So thou art blessed.

Thou art the symbol of love.
Thou art exchanged between lovers.
But when love is bitter,
thou prick thy thrones.

Thou art not immortal.
Thou art perishable.
But thy beauty is applauded,
since archaic period.