Like a rose, here, I am, waiting to be known,  
A secret in the dark, yet fully grown.  
I am the fragrance that stirs the soul’s deep core,  
A scent that lingers—calling you for more.  

In the garden of silence, I bloom unseen,  
Shrouded in mystery, where only love has been.  
Each petal whispers, "Come, and be the guest,  
For only in your touch will I find rest."  

I am the blossom, the yearning of the heart,  
In the shadows, waiting for you to start.  
My beauty, like the moon’s soft silver glow,  
Is a longing that only your eyes can know.  

When you come near, feel the warmth of my breath—  
I am the pulse between life and death.  
I bloom not for the world, but for your soul,  
The secret path that makes the broken whole.  

Though none may see me, I am not alone—  
For in my roots, the spirit’s seed is sown.  
Like a rose, here, I wait, for love to rise,  
A secret in the dark, beneath your eyes.  

What is this fragrance, this yearning to be seen?  
It is the language of the heart, serene.  
Come closer, and you’ll find my petals spread,  
A rose that blooms in love, not in the dead.