Love shall fill the space inside of the rose,
In tender moments where its beauty glows.
A gentle touch, a whispered word,
In love's sweet embrace, our hearts are stirred.

The rose, a symbol of love's pure grace,
In its petals, a smile on every face.
But it's love that makes the rose complete,
In the space between, our hearts shall meet.

With every bloom, with every sigh,
Love deepens as the days go by.
In the fragrance of the rose, we find,
A love that's endless, intertwined.

Love shall fill the space inside of the rose,
In every season, where its beauty shows.
A timeless bond, forever it grows,
In the heart's garden, love eternally flows.