A Petal of You

They say the rose is love’s true mark, A bloom of beauty in fields so stark. But when I see your gentle grace, I know the rose reflects your face. Its velvet touch, its crimson hue, Hold no match to the heart in you. The fragrance it carries, soft and divine, Is but a whisper of your soul’s design. The rose may bloom in the morning light, Yet fades away as come the night. But you, my dear, forever stay, A constant warmth in life’s way. So let the world adore the rose’s charm, Its fleeting beauty, its fragrant balm. But in your love, I’ve found my view, A timeless bloom that forever feels new.