What are the romantic poems about roses?

The east wind is soft and speechless, and the stars are lazy and silent.

The world never sleeps, and the spring of the northland comes quietly.

The night is so beautiful and the air is so warm.

At the edge of a happy grove, my rose blooms leisurely.

Bright and naughty petals, brilliant and intoxicating peony.

Every inch of skin is as beautiful as moonlight, and every breath makes me ecstatic.

Bees and butterflies haven't woken up, and migratory birds haven't come back.

Lacrimosa, can you fly and sing?

Second, "wait for your roses to bloom"

Sigh at the dim moonlight and keep your dreams in your heart.

With such a leisurely face, you will see the rose period of the moon.

The story of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon is always so beautiful, and the lingering under the bodhi tree is always so touching.

I will look at your bright moon and wait for your roses to bloom.

Maybe I won't have a chance to pick it in my life. I'll keep you in my heart.

Take care of you like that for a long time until your roses bloom.

Third, "Valentine's Day Rose"

From here until midnight on Valentine's Day.

Book a bunch of roses at the flower shop you pass by.

The stars in the sky shine with my thoughts and light up your way home.

How can we keep the years?

Just like my left hand, hold my right hand tightly.

White is my youth, accompanied by the smile of snowflakes.

But I don't have the courage to face tomorrow.

From here, wandering in a corner of the night.

In your dream, present a bunch of roses.

Fourth, "rose"

Your pink temptation has borne fruit.

I ate greedily and endured the knife that gnawed at the bone.

But I can't escape the shackles of my heart and let my emotions fall again and again.

The charm of your love, the charm of your style.

I suddenly feel desperate, my love is too heavy and tired.

Why is the heart so painful but reluctant? There are thousands of questions.

What did I owe you in my last life? I have to suffer so much in my life.

Five, "as long as a rose"

Apart from all glitz, I just want to worship the moonlight.

Gradually blooming, a stream of autumn water flooded my heart.

I don't want to be heartbroken.

To choose a lonely, farming.

Highland barley, cattle and sheep were once lost dreams on Sansheng Stone.

At this point, I must take root in the soil.

Trim your eyebrows and get rid of shyness.

I just want a rose.