Roses of Love 

In a garden where the sunlight spills,  

Amidst the whispers of the gentle hills,  

Bloom roses, vibrant, soft, and rare,  

Each petal is a promise, a love laid bare.  

Crimson for passion, a fiery embrace,  

Whispers of longing in every trace.  

Blush pink for the moments, tender and sweet,  

A dance of two hearts, where lovers meet.  

Golden hues glisten like morning dew,  

Symbolizing friendship, forever true.  

In the sunlight’s glow, they sway and sway,  

A testament to love that won’t fade away.  

Yet, in this garden, thorns intertwine,  

A reminder that love is not always divine.  

For every joy, there may come a tear,  

A lesson in patience, in holding dear.  

But still, we tend to these blooms with care,  

Nurturing dreams that we long to share.  

With every rose, a story unfolds,  

Of laughter and warmth, of hands we hold.  

In the twilight’s hush, as shadows grow long,  

The fragrance of love weaves a timeless song.  

For in this garden, where roses entwine,  

Each petal whispers, "You are forever mine."  

So let us gather these roses bright,  

And carry their essence into the night.  

For love, like flowers, will always renew,  

In the heart’s garden, where dreams come true.