A rose in the center of the garden*
What could love be?
Is it an attachment of one's being to another?
Is it ones heart that is open and sees
Or could it be that one is fond of the other
Love is in a fragrant way of expressing anothers desire
And it grows with compliment as each blend in a Soul that yearns for this
As to stay back, enjoy, have a look see and admire
But it cannot really tell until one is missed
But can only be expressed with no heart harden
For it is the beauty of a rose in the center of the garden