The scent of a flower lingers near,
fragile yet strong it draws me here.
In its bloom a story untold,
a fleeting beauty so pure, so bold.
The petals speak and whisper soft.
A tender song, gentle and aloft.
A flower's breath,
a fleeting kiss,
a quiet love,
eternal bliss.
Through every season it remains,
a fragile hope through joy and pain.
In the air the fragrance flows,
a gentle promise the heart knows.
Through time and space it softly stays,
guiding us through life's winding maze.
The wind carries its tender plea,
a lover's boundless as the sea.
A flower's breath,
a fleeting kiss,
a quiet love,
eternal bliss.
Through every season it remains,
a fragile hope through joy and pain.
