Her Vintage Charm

I found her in a dusty shop, a second-hand delight,
A rose among the castoffs, she caught my searching sight.
Her dress, a faded floral print, spoke of dances past,
But in my eyes, her beauty was designed to last.

She wasn’t packaged pristine, no price tag marked her worth,
But something in her gentle smile outshone things new from birth.
Her laughter lines and weathered hands told tales of life lived true,
A second-hand rose, perhaps, but to me, forever new.

Some men might seek perfection, a love unmarked by time,
But I see in her history a melody sublime.
Each wrinkle is a story, each scar a badge of pride,
A woman who has lived and loved, with nothing left to hide.

They say that love is brightest when it’s fresh and in its prime,
But I’ve found a deeper passion that’s been seasoned by time.
My second-hand rose, more precious than any new bouquet,
Your vintage charm has stolen my heart and it’s here to stay.

So let them have their flawless gems, all polished to a sheen,
I’ll take my second-hand rose, my beautiful queen.
For in your eyes, I see a love that’s rich and deep and real,
A treasure found, not bought, my heart you’ll always steal.

My darling second-hand rose, in you I’ve found my home,
Together we’ll write chapters in a love story all our own.