Maybe one day,
just one day,
we will meet again.
Maybe that day,
that one day,
I will see you again.
His petals were withering,
stained in shades of black
His eyes were cold,
impassive with lucid void
yet, she refused to give up.
Her eyes shone in hope,
colored in rays of gold
Her touch was soft,
gentle with affection
Her love showered the wilting rose,
relentless and unyielding
but when he finally found his heart,
he was fading,
dissipating into ashes
and in that single moment,
he learnt of regret
Maybe one day,
Just one day,
I would be able to say,
the words that I had been yearning to speak,
The feelings that I had once denied,
the emotions that you had taught me,
I love you