Sweet scents swirled in the night
all for naught
no one could smell it;
The brilliant red, radiant petals
full and plump and beautiful
wasted without a single person wandering.
The thorns useless without a touch to take
or a trifling lover’s heart to prick.
The flower, as fantastic as it is,
will fade into nothingness
without anyone to remember it.
However, the rose and its attributes aren’t unsavable,
for my flower can be found by adventure.