In the garden of my heart, there grows a rose,
a mystery, a beauty, the one my heart chose.

Her smile, a radiant bloom in the twilight's grace,
a secret enhancement, a captivating embrace.

Oh, smile of rose, like petals soft and rare,
in your gentle laughter, I find solace there.

Your eyes, like stars that twinkle in the night,
hold secrets and dreams, a world pure and bright.

Mysterious lady, your charm is like a
spell in the depths of your smile.

Oh, how I dwell, each curve, each line,
a masterpiece, so fine, in your presence I lose track of time.

A whispered breeze through the moonlit trees
carries the fragrance of your mysteries.

Your smile, a beacon in the darkest night,
guiding me closer, like a moth to light.

With every glance, my heart begins to soar,
for in your smile, I find what I adore.

Mysterious lady, I'm enchanted, is true,
lost in the allure, as the smile of you.

Though your name may be a secret, I can't trace,
in the garden of my heart, you hold a special place.

With every beat, my love for you does grow,
in the enchanting, ever mysterious smile of rose.