Petals With Stories

An old rose and a young start,
She thought with an open yet closed heart.

The rose of love, the rose of joy,
The petals with many stories to tell and hide.
Love and roses are made for each other,
They all thought and gave her yet another.

Some remained forever young.
Some weathered with time.
Some found themselves buried in a book.
Deep hidden in a chest box were some.
Some became inspiration for a marriage proposal.
Some were held by the bride.

And every time you saw a rose you smiled,
Thinking of a beloved from time to time.

© Debanjana Chakraborty