[Image source] ( Every rose is adorned with thorns, not as a flaw, but as a shield for its delicate petals, a guardian of its soul. So reveal to me the thorns you bear—those wounds concealed in silence,

My Rose Oh my rose your face is beautiful and captivating Your shape is beautiful like a gentleman Oh my rose Your fragrance smells like musk Anyone will want to have Roses you stay strong even in the