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 mi...