A Whisper of Roses

Upon the counter, bold and bright,
A crimson bloom in morning light.
Their velvet petals, rich and deep,
Hold secrets love has sworn to keep.

A silent gift, a tender vow,
A moment held, a breath for now.
No thorns to prick, no time to fade,
Just beauty in the love they made.

Though rooted not in earth’s embrace,
They linger still with quiet grace.
A whisper soft, a flame that glows—
The timeless tale of a rose.

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