“The rose is a rose

And was always a rose

But [my] theory now goes

That the [nectarine’s] a rose,

And the [pineberry] is, and so’s

The [raspberry], I suppose.

[my] dear only knows

What [or who] will next prove a rose.

[But] you, of course,

Are a rose -

But you were always a rose.”

My rose is sweet like a nectarine 

Funny and comforting

But a little spicy like a jalapeno

Sarcastic and firey 

This rose is special

Bloomed at the right time

The perfect crimson color

Thorns like defenders

Unyielding on the field

But petals so soft

Like a new sweatshirt

Warm and cozy

But of course

You were always

A rose to me.