A flower to kiss
The flower yet to be flowering
So cute but not cluttering
In the bowl, the flower is the sent
The yet beautiful but greatly cute
The flower, flowering a glory
Then, now the smell is the sent
Glory, glory is the name
The rose flower standing amiss
The rose flower that tantalises
In the midst of the green garden
Such a light in the natural eyes
The golden eyes sparking
In the flower, so flowered
In the flower, yet to kiss
So eyes get the truth
nice