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.
Futile in its space,
it softly stays,
Guiding us through life's winding maze.
The wind carries its tender plea,
A love as 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.