Dear bunga mawar

Can it be? a new flower has bud it's way above the mosses.
it is lovely in every way.
can't imagine having to destroy it. if just to suits everyone's liking. I would never.
Dear flower, take your time intertwining the veins and rocks with your beautiful delicate stems. the view is much desired. the touch is much intoxicating.
it gives me pleasure in every way.
But slow down, do not make yourself too bloomed.
I don't want you to over-ripened. like the rest. just like you before.
you know your kind will only last a while.
soon dried up and tumbling along with the mosses.
soon forgotten and never need knowing.
Roses are red, Violets are blue,
mesmerized me with your charm
and you will never knew a single pest in your life.