White on rose petals

The roses softly speak,
a ghostly language only one can bare,
The walls blushing pink,
hold back their stare.
Urgent strokes are seen,
throughout the despair of an old loves gently fading flare.
What once was, cannot be spared.

The tale of amour gently sways,
A ghost of white knows the secrets within the lovers haze.
The delicate memories are framed by the painters gaze,
among the woven strands of rose on petals of white shades.

A whisper can be heard,
from miles away, throughout the landscape within the vase.
The whispers fade, falling silently down,
it spirals into the abyss, but never back around.
A tortured love haunts the air,
like a sad song,
graceful in its movements, and hollow in its sound.

Silently her tears fall,
along with petals that are shades of white.
Only one can guess, how this story ends tonight.