In every petal, a whispered vow,

In a garden of whispers, where secrets bloom,
There lies a rose, amidst the gloom.
With petals soft as a lover's sigh,
It paints the air with a crimson dye.

Each thorn a reminder of love's gentle pain,
Yet its fragrance whispers of hope regained.
Through storms it stands, resilient and bold,
A testament to the stories untold.

In the dew-kissed dawn and the twilight's gleam,
It dances with grace, a timeless dream.
For in its essence, a tale unfolds,
Of a love pure, enduring, untold.

In every petal, a whispered vow,
In every thorn, a sacred vow.
For in the heart of this bloom, we find,
The love of a rose, eternal, divine.