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.