The Cottage of One Hundred Roses
—A romantic–mythic reflection on memory, intimacy, and transformation—
In the cottage behind the meadow,
One hundred roses whispered secrets of the heart.
She said we wrote poetry together,
Heart to heart,
In the soft glow of the Club,
In the hush of the Living rooms.
Words tumbled like sunlight through windows,
And the air itself giggled.
A tickle, a flutter—
Butterflies tracing secret paths within me,
Their wings brushing the scent of a hundred roses
That clung to the cottage behind the meadow.
And she turned—
As the light shifted,
Just enough to be felt—
Taking her first steps
Into the Land of Legend,
The watery world of Atlantis,
Where stories float and shimmer
Beneath the currents of memory.
And when she crossed into Atlantis,
The world changed colors.
The cottage behind the meadow
Didn’t stay behind.
It lit up inside my chest—
A pulse of light,
A room that remembered us.
Everywhere I turned,
It traveled with me,
Warm, waiting, whispering,
Alive in the place
Where memory becomes legend.
