In a garden kissed by morning's dew,
Where roses bloom in shades of crimson hue,
There lies a tale as old as time,
Of love and petals intertwined.
Beneath the sky so vast and blue,
Two hearts did meet, both pure and true.
Among the roses, soft and sweet,
Their destinies chose to gently greet.
She wore a dress of silken white,
He stood in awe, his heart alight.
With every step, she drew him near,
A vision of beauty, serene and clear.
A single rose, he held with care,
Its petals soft, beyond compare.
Each layer like a whispered sigh,
A promise made, a lover’s cry.
Her eyes, like stars, did brightly gleam,
Reflecting dreams in every beam.
He felt her soul in every glance,
A silent song, a lover’s dance.
He spoke of love, both deep and true,
A bond that only fate could brew.
With words like petals, soft and fair,
He wove a love beyond compare.
“Upon this day,” he gently said,
“With roses ‘round and skies of red,
I give to you my heart and soul,
With you, my love, I am made whole.”
She took the rose and felt its grace,
Its beauty mirrored on her face.
With every petal, every thorn,
A love eternal, newly born.
The garden watched, in silent awe,
As love took root, without a flaw.
The roses swayed in gentle breeze,
A symphony of whispered pleas.
For love, like roses, starts so small,
A single bloom against the wall.
But with each day and tender care,
It grows to something rich and rare.
Through seasons harsh and trials bold,
Their love, like roses, did unfold.
In winter’s chill and summer’s blaze,
Their hearts remained in passion’s daze.
They found in each a hidden light,
A beacon shining in the night.
With every petal, every kiss,
Their love became eternal bliss.
And so, in garden’s sweet embrace,
With roses blooming, setting pace,
Two hearts became a single song,
A melody both pure and strong.
In every petal, every bloom,
Their love did banish every gloom.
For in the garden, love was king,
A timeless tale, an endless spring.
Years would pass, as roses do,
Yet still their love remained so true.
In every petal, every thorn,
Their love continued, freshly born.
And even as the roses fade,
Their legacy in love was made.
A story told in petals red,
Of love that never bowed its head.
So here’s to love, both young and old,
A story written, yet untold.
In every rose, a lover’s heart,
In every bloom, a brand new start.
For love is like a rose, you see,
A blend of strength and fragility.
In every petal, every sigh,
A promise that will never die.
And though the world may shift and change,
This love remains, beyond the range
Of time and space, of life’s great span,
A testament to love’s grand plan.
In gardens where the roses bloom,
Amidst the air of sweet perfume,
Remember this: love conquers all,
A rose, eternal, cannot fall.