The red rose is queen of all flowers.
Her reign, a reflection of truth.
She rules not through extraordinary power
Neither greatest beauty
Nor sweetest perfume
She is not set apart from all other blossoms
Her skirt-blooms unfurl to the same touch of sun
Though green-stemmed and slender, she is not so graceful as the wind-blown wildflower
Not so fragrant as the breath of night jasmine
And h...