A garnet-red rose—
    not just a flower,
    but a whisper

    of something older, something deeper.

The tribes knew its secret:
    warmth wrapped in wisdom,
    light held in stone,

    a thread that ties us to the earth’s memory.

Something in you pulls me there—
    to the quiet hum
    of roots and rivers,

    to the place where ancient stories
    drift like smoke through the trees.

This rose is yours—
    as rare and unyielding
    as the bond it speaks of,

    and a reminder that in you,
        I find not just today,
            but echoes of forever.