In gardens where sunlight softly flows,
There blooms a tale, a crimson rose.
Petals whisper secrets, gently they sigh,
Like the blush that deepens when you pass by.
Your smile, a dawn that paints the skies,
A warmth I chase, a sweet surprise.
Every glance a spark, a silent prose,
A heartbeat’s dance, my hidden rose.
I speak in silence, shadows trace,
Hopes that bloom, yet leave no trace.
Your laughter’s breeze, a melody near,
Yet I remain, just a whisper here.
Red rose of love, so fierce, so true,
In every petal, I see you.
A dream I cradle, a wish I hide,
A longing river, a crimson tide.
Should courage bloom and words take flight,
Would petals turn from red to white?
Or would your smile, so softly stay,
Like a rose that never fades away?
About the Creator
Syira Husairi
A Freelance writer from Malaysia with a love for all kinds of stories. Real, reflective, and everything in between. Writing is how I connect, express, and explore. Nice to meet you all here, and thank you so much for reading my writing!
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Comments (3)
Wonderful!
Your words bloom as beautifully as the red rose itself. Such a delicate and heartfelt piece! 🌹✨
Amazing and well written.