I met you in the glow of twilight skies,
A softness in your smile, a spark in your eyes.
I thought love bloomed like red roses in spring,
A promise whispered, an eternal thing.But love, it seems, wears a veil of disguise,
Like petals that fall when the truth dies.
Your touch once warm, now colder than stone,
I realized too late, I was never alone.The roses I gave, now withered and torn,
Each thorn a reminder of the lies I've borne.
You kissed me sweet, but your heart had strayed,
A love built on trust, now completely betrayed.The red of the roses, once bright, now dull,
A symbol of the hurt, of dreams left to lull.
I thought you were mine, in ways so deep,
But you danced with another while I lost sleep.Still, I gather the roses, their fragrance so sweet,
And try to remember the love we'd repeat.
But in the garden of us, only shadows remain.