You’re an ever-blossoming rose. The fragrance of spring. I delight in hearing the calming wind brush against you. You are the beauty of the garden. The sun revealing your brilliance. Allow me to touch such soft petals and taste your nectar. You keep me enthralled by such a display. Sign of love. Your eyes bringing warmth as they meet my own. Fingers interlocked as passing days continue, walking across time but not met with pausing gestures to keep a record. Lovers unfolding and being made new. My love forever true. The legacy I now write, the story of a poet and his rose.