A Rose for You, My Love

The red rose sings of wild fire,
The white one breathes like the sea,
One burns with untamed longing,
One rests in serenity.

But I bring you a soft blush petal,
Not white, not crimson bright,
It holds the warmth of sunrise
And the still of falling night.

For love is not just quiet,
Nor only made to burn,
It’s the tender pull of yearning
And the joy when you return.

So here, my love, this rosebud,
It’s not bold, but it is true.
It blooms with gentle longing,
Like the way I bloom for you.

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