Moonlight like liquid silver pours over leaves
And wind whispers through the tree tops.
Grass tickles between my toes and I think of you.

The rose, the thorn, the scent on the breeze.
Velvet black scattered with diamonds press down
And I step to the flower, reaching for its beauty.

Even in the dark, the red color shines bright.
Mist cools my skin as I kneel on the ground.
A single rose for a single memory, wanting more.