Falling Rose Petals

Falling rose petals drift, like snow beyond the pane

While keys of the piano whisper their refrain

We listen in silence, ears attuned to the sound

In quiet love, where no words abound

We speak so little, each word is rare

Touching gently, with tender care

Stroking the dream of love we hold

Yet fear its warmth, so soft, so bold

The rest of this article is only available to Paid Subscribers.

Want to read more?

Subscribe to ladyronit.com to keep reading this exclusive post.

Subscribe Now