Love blooms like a delicate rosebud,
Unfurling its petals with tender care,
A fragrant promise of beauty to study,
Inviting all to breathe its perfumed air.
Yet love, this special rose, has its season,
Its vibrant hues fade with time's cruel march,
Reminding us to cherish each sweet reason,
Before the petals wither on love's arch.
A fleeting moment, a passionate dance,
This rose of love opens to the sun's embrace,
Then, it closes once more, leaving but a glance,
Of memories etched upon the heart's lace.
Treasure love's rose while it blossoms bright,
For soon it closes, yielding to night,
But its essence lingers in a soulful light.