A single seed...
Soon the fertile soil will grow in greed.
It will grow into a rose,
Hopefully it will be smelled by one nose.
This flower is certainly undervalued,
Just as though it were glued.
How can one put a price on such beauty?
Even the slightest glance would cause glee.
I cannot stare,
For her face has the most radiant glare.
I may even go blind,
But she will never be hard to find.
Wherever she may go,
There is still that beautiful glow.
No words to describe the perfection walking through the courtyard,
If only I could just ask her: May I be your Rose Guard?