Bougainvillea

Sunset Stroll on Rue le Marine

Roads adorned with bougainvillea’s glow,

Their petals whispering secrets we’ll never know.

The sunset draped the sea in hues of fire,

Each wave, a note in a hymn of desire.

Beside me, she walked—serene and true,

An aura so radiant, my heart just knew.

The salty air carried her laughter, her voice,

A melody that made my soul rejoice.

As the waves kissed the shore in their endless race,

She asked, with a smile etched on her face:

“Can kindness and truth ever be weighed?”

Her words lingered, a gentle cascade.

I wondered then if fate held the key,

A roulette wheel pausing just for me.

The songs and sunsets wove a spell,

In her presence, my guarded walls fell.

That night, sleepless but awake in bliss,

Replaying the moments I would forever miss.

Bougainvillea now bears her name,

A symbol of a day never the same.

Yet, my only regret, a touch not dared,

Hands untaken, feelings spared.

I don't believe in destiny—at least, not yet,

But perhaps this bloom is no mere accident.

So, to the girl who lit my day anew,

Thank you, for being you.