Once red a sign of special love,
A gift to cherish and be proud of.
Body is covered in golden tone,
Rose caught forever similar to stone.
Layers so thin that details bestow,
Pedals are open giving a golden glow.
Though stem and leaves are no more green,
Beauty above can still be seen.
Prickly thorns can be felt to the touch,
The sweet smell of roses is not such.
No food nor water does it take,
A reminder of love is what it makes.
Beneath the gold is a red picked rose,
Open forever and will never close.
Stands so straight for all to see,
Remembrance of love always to be.
Your beauty touched my heart today,
A gold dipped rose never wastes away.