Always a Rose

She was around when the story was written, Even when the tides rose, She mastered the art not to be beaten, That's why she will always be a rose. As the stars scintillated in the night, Our fascinating story exploded, Seeing her face filled with delight, Meant our romance had finally sparkled. Since the train has already left the station, I can now feel its languid movements, My only wish is her heart to be its final destination, My flame is burning for the moment.