In the stillness of the night, A single rose blooms, bathed in moonlight, Its petals, soft and delicate, Hold secrets of a love so intricate.

The gentle breeze whispers through the trees, Carrying with it the scent of sweet memories, A touch so light, it's almost unseen, Yet it speaks of a love that's serene.

The stars above, like twinkling eyes, Gaze down with silent, knowing sighs, Their distant...