Their fragrance fills the air.
One, in crimson hue adorned,
The other soft, pink petals wear.
Their beauty knows no bound,
In vibrant colors they dance,
Petals gently sway and waltz,
A timeless, graceful enchantress.
Their thorns protect their grace,
A warning whispered low,
Yet bees delight in their sweet embrace,
A symphony nature bestows.
Crimson rose, bold and grand,
Pink rose, delicate and light,
Together, they weave an enchanting strand,
A tapestry pleasing to sight.
No need for "like" or "as" to compare,
Their beauty stands distinct,
In nature's tapestry, their charms declare,
A masterpiece truly magnificent.