There once a flower grows
A mystical rose
From a garden grew with tears and sorrows
Attractive and fascinating but guarded with buds and thorns
Scented with sweetness and such adorable smell
At a certain glance it looks so well
As beautiful as it is, as blushy as cheeks
With touches as smooth as its petals and presence as divine as angel's
But it is unique, unlike any other
It is more to compare, more than just a typical flower
She is a mystical rose, a lady with great spirituality
She has a deep special strength that's hard to understand and see
She has a smile so sweet and face so beautiful
Her talents are great and acknowledgeable
Her eyelids are puffy but keeps a surprise
When she giggles it hides her eyes
Her eyes have a magical glow
For it is the gateway of her soul
Where you can find contentment, like any other's worth
It is the grounds of heaven found in this earth
She wore a skirt, to uncover her legs
She wont hide her beautiful scars
She was a brave soul, didn't long for somebody to rescue
She got those scratches from thorns she walked through
Her enchanting hair rides the breeze as the wind blows
Her soul gives life around her as it glows
She is a mystical rose a heaven's way for bleak
Waiting for the worthy hands for her to be picked.