A single black rose—
    not for mourning,
    but for mystery,

    and the timelessness of something worth waiting for.

Hello again—
    not as strangers,
    but as threads…

    woven quietly through days and words,
    now meeting in the light.

This rose is eternal,
    not unlike the wonder
    that pulls us closer,
    a quiet spark

    made bolder by the passing of time.

So here we are—
    face to face,
    step by step,

    turning curiosity into presence,
        and possibility into…
              something more.