The Scent of Roses

Roses do not speak
If you speak, say its potential
There are few, exude
In its beauty, simplicity without equal.

Its spines, tell us much
Even more than her perfume
Claws that catch the most daring
Neither the prince is unscathed.

Nothing is so beautiful
Before his image
Hats off, concluding
Never ever seen such a beautiful visage.

Neither in dreams nor in chimeras
Not in the gardens of Babylon
Not in the metaphors
Not even in poetry.

Mine eyes have seen something more original
Such is the charm
For every taste, it is social
It is far from unique and disenchantment.