From the moment I glimpsed your eyes, dear Rose, A spark ignited, a story composed. In the sunlit dance of your gaze, I found A whisper of dreams where hearts unbound. Each second apart—a stretch of time, A yearning in notes of love's silent rhyme. In absence, your fragrance lingers near, A lingering echo in the heart's sincere. Through shadows and time's woven thread, Your name is the poetry I have read. Rosie, afar yet forever close, In the garden of love, you are the rose.