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.