Bringing the morning

Bringing freshness to the day

Drying the night's dew from the leaves

In the garden, there is a single Rose

Pale and delicate, not yet fully opened

Alone on the stem

Hiding her mystery inside her petals

What is she thinking?

What is she waiting for?

She is sleeping

Waiting for the prince's kiss to awaken her

The sun tries to coax her to awaken

With it's warm, brilliant rays of light

But Rose still waits, still sleeping

The prince comes, and touches the delicate leaves

The petals of the Rose, he sees

And in a moment of passionate reaction

Brings his lips to those petals and kisses them softly

Rose awakens and raises her face to her prince

Spreading wide open her petals to him

For him to take, enjoy as he pleases

No inhibition, no doubts, only sweet desire, pure love

Lost in the aroma of ardor and intensity of the moment

They are together, the prince and his adoring Rose.