Strong and lovely smell..
Beauty shape but still..
Someone can see her but careful to touch..
Thorns protect her from me...
Sometimes you need to know her better
Sometimes she is hurt
Sometimes she really wants to fly away
Sometimes she feels jealous to the birds
Sometimes she wants to get free
Free to go over the sky
Fly without being cut by someone
I wish I could give her my wings..
My strong and big wings..
Even if they are not as beautiful as her..
They can lift her high to the sky...
Let me be your wings...
My beautiful Rose
--- the PEI ---