Rose Through the Eyes of a Peeping Tom

White gown on the floor, careless and silken; as if in a slumber and caressed by the rain. Wet footsteps cross the room at a lazy stroll; not a heed to listen back to a distant call! Drops of water on the window spoil a reddish stain; Lipstick planted on the glass lipstick in the rain. Dreamy eyes fill the sky evening comes up close; lost in sea of unknown thoughts a woman, known as Rose!