In the veiled embrace of a foggy pane

 

In the veiled embrace of a foggy pane,

A lady stands, her face a whispered name.

A single rose, a crimson tear she holds,

Against the glass where warmth and mystery unfolds.

Her eyes, two pools of deepest, darkest night,

Reflect the glow of an unseen light.

Her lips, a rosebud yearning to unfurl,

Speak of secrets held within a world.

The steamy breath upon the glass ascends,

Like dreams escaping, where desire transcends.

Is it her image, blurring in the haze,

Or is it she who watches, through a lover's gaze?

The rose, a fragile flame against the cold,

A symbol of a love story yet untold.

Will she reach out, push through the misty veil,

Or forever remain, a whispered, haunting tale?

The window stands, a barrier between,

Two worlds colliding, yet unseen.

A yearning heart, a longing soul desires,

To bridge the gap, and set their love on fire.

But will the rose find its rightful place,

Or will it fade, a memory lost in space?

The answer lingers, hidden in the mist,

A haunting beauty, forever to be kissed.

Unlikely Buddha 2023