I Picked Up a Rose
I picked up a rose this morning,
Its petals kissed by dew,
Soft whispers of dawn,
Crimson hues in the light.
In my hands, a secret,
A story of love and beauty,
Thorns of strength,
Silent moments of growth.
The fragrance, a symphony,
Memories of summer days,
Laughter with rustling leaves,
A world alive in harmony.
I picked up the rose this morning,
And thought of you,
Unfolding in the light,
Radiant and resilient,
Blooming and beating heart.
In that morning stillness,
I felt a our connection,
Nature’s grace and human touch,
Beauty and love, silently growing.
Holding that rose, I knew,
Each petal, each thorn,
Our souls’ delicate dance,
Fleeting, yet eternal.
