Upon the canvas of your face, they bloom,
Soft petals of crimson, whispers in the room.
A touch so gentle, like morning’s first light,
They speak in silence, in the quiet of night.

Each curve, a story, each line, a song,
In their embrace, my heart strings belong.
They part and close in a tender dance,
Leaving me in a breathless trance.

The secrets they hold, the promises they keep,
In the silent vows, in the kisses deep.
Like the rose, they flourish and fade,
Yet their essence forever stayed.

Oh, lips of grace, with such power to sway,
In their presence, all fears melt away.
A symphony of love, a melody so sweet,
In every word, in every heartbeat.