Ten Roses

The first rose is for your beauty,
With which no one else can compare.
The second for your compassion,
Your ability to care.
The third is for your eyes,
Deep pools of love.
The fourth for your hair,
As soft as the sky above.
The fifth is for your voice,
as lovely as a bird's song.
The sixth is for your wit,
Your ability to never be wrong.
The seventh is for your kiss,
Like water in a desert.
The eighth for your laughter,
Never rude, never curt.
The ninth is for your love,
As warm as the sun.
The tenth is for us,
And that we may always be one.