To long ago where the memories lie,
Remains a story eternal.
In the darkness of mist,
With the screams of the sky.
On a gloomy day he came,
His heart beating like a drum,
To show his love and proclaim.
With moist eyes and a little sigh,
He went to embrace.
He could see the softness of her lips,
He held her tiny waist,
He could smell the scent of her hair,
He could feel the touch of her skin.
With Innocence in her eyes, she looked.
“What did you bring me?” She asked.
He held her hand gently,
“The rose”, he said.
“The rose of our vivid history,
The rose that will tell our children our story,
The rose that made us fall in love,
The rose that showed us what’s above”.
She touched him with hands so soft,
To show him where he belonged.
Caressing his face gently,
He kissed her top to toes.
So soft her body felt,
Just like The Rose.
The rose that can caste her fragrance,
The rose that can caste her radiance,
The rose that brought her memory alive.
Eternal remained their love,
Just like The Rose.
The rose that strengthens gentleness,
The rose that symbolizes love.
With moist eyes, she said, “Eternal remains our love”.
Just like The Rose.
The beauty of which shines through out,
“Just like you”, he said.
They planted the rose.
In their garden of life,
Showering it with love,
That was filled with desire.
Like a baby in the womb it struggled to survive.
When all was gone,
When all was lost,
Amongst all flowers stood The Rose.
Symbolizing the existence of their love.
Watching from above,
Cherishing the spirit of love,
The spring brought in new flowers,
Some yellow, some pink.
But, what stood through it all? The rose.
The rose left behind by two souls.
To spread the power of love,
To spread the power of hope,
To spread the power of desire.
With beautiful buds it sprung,
Through generations it remained.
Came many, some understood the language of love,
While others fled.
One motto left behind by two souls,
Was fulfilled, by The Rose.
By The Rose, he gave her.
The rose, that captured many souls,
Who left behind the existence of their love,
Who left behind their pure memory.
All that was carried, by The Rose.
By The Rose of love.

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