From the same garden, we emerged. Beneath twilight's embrace, our stories began. My feminine rose, bright and elegant, And I, the sunny moon, calm and radiant, Fearless and bright.

From the same origin, we blossomed, My feminine rose, my friend. You flourish in the garden. And butterflies dance in the air. I cast a warm glow upon the garden.

In the moonlight, our hues merged, and beneath twilight's glow, our story began.
We bonded well, creating a delightful fragrance that filled the entire garden.

In the sparkle of your eyes, your petals turn pale, your fragrance fades in the flames of fear, and your roots weaken, suddenly, you shed your leaves and wither. Why? Who is to blame?

The sunny moon? You are the sun that shines, but you began chasing dreams, and the garden lost its light. My beautiful rose, the garden feels empty without you; The butterflies search for you.

Together, we crafted a memory, A tale of beauty and light. In the garden, we remain, Eternal, in the fragrance of our bond.
© Charity Chukwunonso N.N