Identity

So in eighth grade, we had to write these poems with a strict format and it was so lame because it hindered the creative spark. One of the poems we were required to write was an Identity poem. Being a girl, I naturally picked a rose. I don't like the complete poem that I wrote, but a couple lines stand out as some of the better ones. Here is one-

Roses, which can show love without even a single word being spoken

And the final stanza-

If I had the power to choose my life, my destiny
I would be a rose
Glorious and refined, radiant and patient
For what else would true love fall for
If not a rose, steady and true.