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.