In a garden where silence softly sighs,

Petals once vibrant, now curl and die,

Crimson dreams in the evening's embrace,

Whispers of love lost, time cannot chase.

Leaves like whispers, brittle and brown,

Bearing the weight of a love’s fading crown,

Frost-kissed the memories, where laughter once bloomed,

Now shadows of fragrance lie heavy in gloom.

Under the moonlight, their beauty decays,

Fluttering gently in sorrowful ways,

Each thorn a reminder of moments we shared,

In the rustle of breezes, our secrets laid bare.

Yet in their decay, there’s a tale to be told,

Of passion ignited, a love brave and bold,

For even when petals fall lifeless to ground,

The essence of beauty in memories found.

So here lies the reminder, in nature's cruel play,

That love, like the roses, can wither away,

Yet in every demise, new life does arise,

As the seasons keep turning beneath changing skies.