As the Last Petal Falls

softly it lingers, a breath in the air, a whisper of love, too fragile to bear-- the rose in your hands, once burning bright, fades in the hush of the fading light a crimson promise, a vow once made, wilting now in autumn’s shade-- yet love is not lost in petals torn, but in the echoes where hearts were worn so let it drift, let time erase the touch of silk, the sweet embrace-- for love remains, though seasons call, even as the last petal falls