In that garden of pink roses, I was surrounded by shades, Of the pink of the pinkest, I was endowed, by its bloomed grace and beauty.

A single rose not but many, I sat amidst flowers and praise, For in an enchanted paradise, I was an angel,

They called me the Angel of Roses.

O fair maiden child, What of those pink roses in that Garden?
Do they bloom to feast your eyes? Or perfume the path that you tread upon, To leave you as breathless as I.

I am the Angel of Roses, I sit amongst roses divine, They bloom in a place, Where the earthly walk in vain, Not a single one of them, Will see them as I.

-shobana-

Doctor G 5.0 out of 5 stars  Absolutely loved it! Reviewed in the United States on March 2, 2021

I loved how the story had a little bit of everything. It had adventure, humor, and intrigue. The poem at the end is beautiful. I would recommend this book to anyone wanting a good read.