Reflected Beauty

In tranquil waters, roses lie in wait, A mirrored world, where beauty creates A dance of light, a gentle, loving fate, Where petals unfold, and hearts participate. The red roses, like secrets, softly bloom, Their reflections whispering, a sweet perfume. In this still pond, a story is revealed, Of love and loss, of beauty unsealed. The roses' beauty is a gift to behold, A symbol of the heart, young and old. In their delicate form, we find our own, A reflection of the beauty we've known. The water's surface, a canvas so fine, Reflects the roses, a work divine. A moment captured, a memory to share, A beauty that lingers, beyond compare.