Love maddened nymphomaniac,
All were victims of her amorous attack,
Couldn’t tell who was her son’s father,
Incestuous Aphrodite, Eros’s lusty mother.
Eros, the illicit child of lusty encounters,
Secret keeper of his mom’s adventures,
Personification of intense love and desire,
To set hearts on fire, he will never tire.
Rose the queen of floral poetic universe,
On whose glory bards have sung verses,
Eros sprinkles it’s magical dust in hearts,
As he instill passion in lover’s thoughts
Rose, it’s perfection can only be rivalled,
By Aprhodite’s anatomy, beauty unbriddled,
When she emerged from foam of the sea,
White roses sprung in glory for all to see.
Aprhodite’s blood made the rose red,
When the thorns of white roses pierced,
Her son Eros made thorns around roses,
When nectar sucking bees stung him in nose.
Roses, enduring symbol of romance,
With a rose, in test of love grab your chance, Leaving an everlasting imprint on hearts,
Implanting deep love in our thoughts.