Lady In Red

In a room of voices, light and sound, the world went still when you appeared. Red as roses in full bloom, each step you took, a scene revered. You did not dance-you simply moved, as if you were the music's grace, a melody I'd never known, but one my heart could not erase. Lady in red, a silent flame, not one that screams, but softly glows. Your eyes spoke more than language can, and touched a place no hand yet knows. I wondered who has called you 'mine', who knows your nights, who hears your song- but maybe, in that fleeting pause, we both belonged, if just for long. For love is sometimes only this: a glance, a hue, a whisper red, that lingers more than thousand nights, and lives, though it may rest instead.