Italian Rose

Let's tell a tale of an adventure

Of love and total unabbreviated affection

A king, well decorated and had all he ever wanted

Conquered lands, Conquered heart

An encounter came and changed his world

Walking along a land of roses

He saw beautiful roses with scent pleasant to human noses

But in the midst of a million colours

He saw one that caught his eyeballs

To him, this was the most beautiful rose of all

Eyes which shined and reflected the beauty of stars

Smile which could melt a hard-hearted man

With a body structure well carved by the creator

He must have this rose for himself

For this, he was ready to give up his wealth

All he dreamt was to have this rose

His servants told him to pick a Queen-like rose

But he wanted this rose, His Italian Rose

He realized he never had anything before

For all he needed was this elegant rose

Should he pluck it off and make it his?

Is he truly ready to leave his kingdom fo this?

He rides on his horse, going around his kingdom

And realized that he wasn't happy in this territory

He loses everything and leaves his crown

Just for this golden Italian rose he wants to own

He plucks the rose and travels far and far

Takes cares of the rose like his life depended on her

This was the best thing he had ever wished for

And now he returns to his kingdom now that they need him

The once crowned King returns with his rose, the true love of his life

He is the Alessandro, and the rose, the Imma

The rose loves him with her all, her everything

And together, they rule the kingdom for decades, maybe centuries

Their union brough forth princes and princesses

What a love story, isn't it?

For I am standing on the same spot, watching another rose

What a great day if my love story was like this, self worth

But let's just say my rose is too delicate, all I can do is stare

And fight off anyone who hurts my rose, no one dares

But this story isn't about me, but about a king and his Italian rose.