Each petal,
A segment of my love,
The centre is beyond your finding;
I grew this Rose,
From seed to full bloom.
And I give you this Rose,
As a message
Of my love.
This Rose, it has grown -
But it was always meant for you
It’s not to borrow,
It’s for you.
A new petal joins the collection upon this Rose’s stem,
It’s another memory we have made,
Beneath each layer of petals,
Is more to hold on to.
Rose,
It has grown.