The poems are not mine... They were given to me... I give them to you! :))) Imagine that you are a rose in a wonderful garden, where you are valued for your beauty. And everyone inhales your wonderful aroma, And they don’t want to hide their tears of admiration. And drops of dew sparkle like diamonds, decorating your delicate bud in the morning. And everyone is in a hurry to touch you, And they only say compliments. Imagine that you are a rose, the queen of flowers, Grace in the shape of your petals. You give everyone joy, you are where love is, Poems are dedicated to you again and again. No one will dare to harm you, ROSE has a way to protect itself. God then awarded her with thorns, so that those who offended her would not forget... More often, imagine yourself as a queen: Beautiful, confident, wise and brave. On the way to fulfilling your cherished dream Friends and flowers will be with you!!