My Prose To Roses On the Vine

Roses you seem to grow with zeal on the vine today.
Your great beauty seems to take my breath away.
There are many types of roses for us to look upon and to choose.
Roses on the vine you come in many colors and wonderful hues;
There’s red, white, pink, orange, violet, blue, and even black.
We all know that roses will eventually fade, wither, or decay.
Not even thorns on the stem can make your beauty go away.
Shakespeare once wrote the quote: ‘A rose by any other name is just a sweet’.
Many men and women think a dozen of long-stemmed roses are kind of neat.
The sweet odor of roses is a very pleasant treat.
My prose to roses is finally written and complete.

Author notes

Definitions of prose: noun: ordinary writing as distinguished from verse; Or matter of fact, commonplace, or dull expression.

The quote taken from William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, 1594:
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself'.