Roses are red,
and laughter blooms like spring,
violets lean close,
as if they know the joy you bring.

Sweetness hums in the air,
like honey dripping slow,
and every glance from you
makes the world feel soft and aglow.

Come walk with me,
let the petals pave our way,
show me all your secrets
without a word to say.

Invisible sparks hover
where your hand brushes mine,
electric and tender,
like sunlight caught in time.

I ride this fleeting feeling,
floating like a passenger in your smile,
caught in a tide of warmth
that stretches for miles and miles.

Roses are red,
and sweetness can’t compare,
to the magic in your presence,
to the love that lingers there.

Onnaya