Flowers and Roses

On that radiant, splendid day,
Flowers plucked in innocent play,
A child's pure heart met with the real,
In gardens where truths unveil and seal.

The youth, with blossoms in her hands,
A lady by life's sharp demands,
Their fates entwined, a woven tale,
In life's vast fabric, both bold and frail.

It was a day of sunlit grace,
Yet touched by melancholy's trace,
For the young one, adorned with blooms,
Found rest beneath the earth's soft looms.

The lady with her rose's crown,
And a young man, where thorns are found,
Together in this tender braid,
A portrait of transition, softly laid.