In the quiet corner of the park, I hid a rose beneath a bench, a tiny spark. The night wind whispered “wait,” the air held a blush, When your hand found the bloom, a gentle hush. I slipped a note in its velvet fold, A joke of love, a secret story told. Your eyes widened, laughter dancing in your gaze, The prank turned into a heart that stays. So with a flower and a playful grin, I wrote a love that’s pure and thin— A gentle trick that melts the soul, A sweet romance in a prankful stroll.