Whispers Of The Heart

Roses: The Search for the Missing Jewelry Box

In dreams she wanders, seeking lost treasures rare,
A jeweled box, a memory she cannot spare.
Once gifted by a man, now a stranger's face,
She longs to recall his love, his grace.

The box, a relic of a forgotten time,
Holds secrets and memories, a silent chime.
Etched roses, crafted with tender care,
Whisper of a love they used to share.

But in this lifetime, he's a distant figure,
Their connection lost, like a fading signature.
She wonders if he still recalls the rose,
The symbol of love, once tenderly chose.

Through time's fog, she searches for a sign,
Yearning to bridge the gap, to intertwine.
For even as strangers, their hearts may remember,
The love they shared, in a past December.

In dreams, she seeks the truth, the key,
To unlock the mystery of their history.
For in the jeweled box, lies more than gold,
A love story waiting to be retold.