In the quiet hour where shadows meet
Your presence blossomed at my feet
A single rose opened in the silver air
Scented with longing both fierce and fair
Silence trembled near the borders of night
Hiding the thrill of your unfolding light
Each breath you offered warmed the drifting gloom
Turning the fragile dusk into bloom
Love circled gently like a handwritten plea
Soft as a sigh from eternity
Your touch grew tender as a prayer unbound
Blooming where lost desires were found
Even when distance stole the evening’s flame
The rose remained whispering your name
Keeping its petals in the trembling blue—
Guarding the memory that leads me back to you