I doubt it
Your aunt is a rose, but you are a temptation! Your captivating beauty has revealed its secret! You are the temptation of lovers and the delight of onlookers; your beauty demands scrutiny, inviting one to touch what draws them to love you. In your petals lies the magic of beauty, crafted by the exquisite Creator. Your symmetry inspires creativity, and your harmony surpasses the painter’s ability to depict it. Your texture feels like the softness of a newborn’s skin, a cushion of comfort for those who rest upon you. I marvel at your weaving, contemplating with my eyes and pondering the meanings you symbolize in your myriad forms of beauty. Your stamen, do not ask, is the source of sweet nectar for every butterfly with wings and the honey-making bees in their vessels. It is the rose: radiant in the field, splendid in the hands of lovers, expressing the hidden depths of love and beauty, their taste adorned with elegance, charm, and coquetry. Every lover inclined to beauty falls in love with the rose, wandering in its gardens, picking its fruits, and attaining their desire. They carry it in their hand and heart, driven by longing, inhaling its fragrance, hoping to find its scent matching their overflowing emotions, as if tracing the melting snow of a beloved companion, uniting in love, tasting and savoring together.
The rose is offered by those who are certain it is the most beautiful heartfelt message, swiftly reaching the heart of someone who loves and is devoted. It is a symbol of love, unity, and refined taste. Even its color symbolizes everything that unites rather than divides. Its redness expresses the burning of longing, its intensity, and the strength of its flame. Its whiteness represents the purity, transparency, and cleanliness of hearts. Its yellowness embraces the sun’s rays, bringing brilliance and warmth to the universe and humanity. Its blueness mirrors the calm flow of the sea’s waves and the beauty of the sky’s azure hue. Its purple has spread widely, singing in the beauty of souls that carry it, scattering its fragrance and uniting lovers in one beating, overflowing heart. Similarly, its pink blushes the cheeks, resembling and matching them, enhancing their beauty for the embrace of a near beloved. Its orange expresses peace, sweet words, and the removal of grievances. The other colors also share their portion with the rose.
O rose! You have amazed the gates of devoted lovers, revealing their secrets and stories. You sent messages of their longing, which trembled, and desires collapsed in delight. Your beauty astounded the wise, and lovers competed for your fragrance, closing every door to separation and reproach. They rejoiced and remembered all the companionship they experienced, every whisper shaped by emotions that flowed into words with deeper meanings and allure, without explicit declaration.
O rose! They wronged you when they placed you in a bouquet. Before, you were in your garden, blooming proudly in your soil, watered with generosity. Onlookers gazed at you with pride and joy, seeing you as the bride of your place, the comfort of their souls. Yet you became a captive, bound, your life turning into inevitable wilting. They forced water upon you, thinking you would be happy and radiant, but you knew death was inevitable.
Your beauty lies in your modesty when dewdrops caress you, standing on your petals like transparent, delicate clusters of pearls. Butterflies are intoxicated by your stamen’s nectar, becoming playful among the gardens and your kind. They sensed your beauty and grew accustomed to visiting you repeatedly, without fatigue or weariness.
O rose! You wandered in my thoughts, blooming proudly, reminding me of every past moment, in the beauty of times and their happiness. Since we were children, then became guests in youth, and later grew into men after adolescence... You announced, O rose, the news of our hearts. Whoever drew near to you with longing found you as my message, in which I wrote the longing of my soul. You became the one I loved, and I felt in you a companion steadfastly accompanying me in a beautiful world I yearn for.
Dr. Saud Mohammed Al-Asfour
