Gaidinia Rose Carnival

Evanya:

Petals of mocha, with edges like cream,
Scent of cappuccino that's like a dream.
Glorious pistils, not before seen,
This rose is special, you'll see what I mean.

The rose bleeds coffee, like a stream,
The leaves seem to mist, like hot java that steams.
The thorns they burn, a mark they'll leave,
It's worth it though, you'll soon believe.