I dare tell you of I so small,
Yes even before I began to crawl,
It was not yet in full bloom,
It didn’t have petals,
The inside had not yet shown itself,
Just like a secret not waiting,
Time cultivating it,
The rose bud is a symbol of my younger self,
The bloom of spring after winter,
Love, tender care, it’s finally here!
Some people use the petals to procreate magic,
It is used as a cure for loneliness,
Brings everyone together,
When some get it they say spring has come my way,
I am a blood colored rose.