In a field of roses, she stands alone,
A tulip, unique, her beauty shown.
Amongst a million, she shines bright,
A sight to behold, a wondrous delight.
Her petals, like silk, in hues so rare,
Each glance at her, a soulful affair.
With grace she sways, in the gentle breeze,
A symbol of elegance, if you please.
In the garden of life, she's a rare find,
A treasure to cherish, one of a kind.
Look, she's one in a million, they say,
A tulip in the field of roses, in her own special way.
