Out in the darkness you see a glow.
She is bright, warm, gentle and pure.
A sweet smell from a distance waiting to shine.

Even after the rain the rose still stands alone,
waiting to shine and give you warmth.
Her gentle touch reaching out,
Along with her unforgotten sweet smell.

Now as the raindrops fall from her petals,
you can see it's not of sadness,
but of happiness.

As you reach out in the darkness
the touch is soft and kind.
Her sweet smell is so real.
A smile is placed in the darkness as you find

The special red rose.