A lady in orange waits by the table.
With her, a single red rose.
Her eyes catch me as a hunter to a prey.
As I sit, her soft, warm hands touch mine.
She whispers the sweetest things.
I get lost in the music of joy as I close my eyes.
When I open, Alas!
She is gone.
But the rose remains,
Our reminder of togetherness.
I wait thee
Lady of the rose.
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