YOUNG ROSE

So dainty, so airy 
The breeze might rive,
So pale, so subtle 
The light might stain, 
So smooth, so silky
A touch might bruise, 
So luscious, so young
A glance might slay. 
So open, so brave
Your petals disclose, 
So live, so hopeful
Your fragrance explodes,
So gentle, so light 
Your colors vibrate, 
So pure, so free
Your life sublimates.

A delicate short poem for the rose in the pictures below <3