The rose unfurls, a crimson heart ablaze,
Love's tender bloom, in sunlight's warm embrace.
Petals unfurl, a fragrant, vibrant show,
Passionate depths, where whispered secrets flow.

But twilight deepens, shadows softly fall,
The rose retracts, and a hush descends on all.
Love's slumber deep, a quiet, folded grace,
Gathering strength, for dawn's awakening embrace.

Fear not the closing, nor the fading light,
Love's essence lingers, ever warm and bright.
For even veiled, its fragrance fills the air,
Love opens, and closes, yet its passion is there.