Rose?

In the depths where hearts query, Answers shrouded in veiled mystery, Amidst confusion, can "Rose" be my name? Mind haunted, shadowed by spectral flame. The universe implores, "Inscribe it in ink, Let the parchment quiver, let emotions sink." Yet in seasons where waters cease to flow, The paper weeps, its silent woe. So, dearest, eschew the romantic game, For uncertainty whispers and fears lay claim. Shall longing conquer the specter's stare? When roses bear thorns, trepidation's snare. Shall it perish, or thaw in the heart's throes? None can predict where destiny goes. But amid my scars, your wounds tightly bound, Perhaps "Rose" I'll be, as risks resound.