La vie en rose
Poetry
Love is a tale I’ve never told,
A mystery wrapped in shades of gold.
Romance, a path I’ve yet to tread,
A feeling that remains unsaid.
Yet, in the garden, roses bloom,
Red as fire, dispelling gloom.
They stir a thought I can’t quite place,
A memory lost in time and space.
I never cared for roses red,
But now they dance inside my head.
As if they whisper in the breeze,
A voice that brings my soul to ease.
A smile unseen, a voice unheard,
Yet in the wind, there floats a word.
You dwell in rain, in dreams so deep,
In laughter’s warmth, in nights of sleep.
Who are you, that I should feel,
A presence in these petals, real?
A ghost, a dream, a thought, a sign,
In red roses’ bloom, a love divine.
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Thank-you for reading.
I wish you all the love and light in life.
