Of all the beauty in this garden

I know hers to be best by far

Because unlike all the others

She is without poison for a flower

And I'm glad I found her so early

In the budding stages of our lives

When there were no hidden colors

To our petals or spines knife-like.

Though now we have new pigments

Above the old, for the front

Deemed more suitable for the world

That may fade or wither with the sun,

You’ll find upon a closer look

Light or not, come summer or frost

Her old colors unchanged,

Her heart absent frown.