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.