Gel

There's a garden
Without an ending
Filled with flowers
Of various fragrant
Yes sweet smelling fragrance

I walked through the lawn
Filling my eyes
What a beautiful landscape!
Yes awesome terrain

I caught sight of Rose
Not a red one
I'd call this Gel
For this is a Gem

I lingered a bit
Trying to be of good behavior
I almost took changes
Thinking I can pick
Any from the yard

A rare Gem
A rare Rose

I stylishly walked forward
Looking like a coward
Yes towards Rose
In my mind
This flower was already mine

What have you heard of roses?
Filled with thorns?
But very beautiful, right?

Surely this Rose was
A rare Gem
Please call this Gel

Pleasant Ajayi
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