The Beauty of White Rose Petals

Upon the breeze, they softly fall,
Like whispers from a distant call.
Their velvet touch, so pure, serene,
In moonlit glow, a timeless sheen.

Each petal, kissed by morning dew,
Holds secrets that the stars once knew.
A gentle blush, so faint, so shy,
Reflecting heaven in the sky.

Their fragrance drifts in quiet grace,
A lullaby through time and space.
Unfurling slow in light's embrace,
A dance of peace, a lover's face.

Though fragile, they hold endless might,
In purity, their silent light.
A symbol of a love divine,
Unspoken yet forever thine.

In every fold, a dream untold,
In every white, a heart of gold.
A fleeting glimpse of beauty’s soul,
That makes the broken spirit whole.