Rosa Blossom

The rose in my pretty garden, seems to be smiling and being nurtured with all the positivity around it. I didn't knew that it may grab my heart someday, in that dark night, under the moonlighting and those scattered stars. That perfect glaze of the white light on those red petals seems to attract every eye around my garden. Oh dear! it catches me through its scent and through its adorable beauty. The bud in its core seems to hug the petals with all its heart and all its love, as though it will retain the bond forever and ever. My darling flower, catches my heart with that peaceful liberty of its terminating petal. Look at it, so free and away from the tyranny. My dear, I heard it's voice, so pleasing, so soothing. Telling me to come closure and give it a refreshing touch.

That firefly giving it a glow, the glow to reflect love and be full of sentience. The rose seems to blush as it knows, it is the only beautiful lady of my little garden and is standing still at its place, showing off its leaves and those tiny extension enhancing its beauty.

And here's the sun seems to remind me that the night has been over, admiring the pretty pose of the rose, but it doesn't know the dainty flower has catched my eyes and I'll not stop to adore it. I'll not stop to admire the blissful droplets on those slim leaves carrying the impression of its veins. That pretty entity will not stop to attract me towards itself. That shimmer will not stop glowing and it's scent will not stop to coming around me and remind me to water itself. It's a gift that unfolds daily and makes me get excited with. There's nothing more profound than the process of creation, the journey of growth and possibility of something beautiful to unfold.

The rose is a rose and a symbol of love after all.