A Rose In The Garden Of Love

The swathing grandeur of my mesmerizing garden the northern wind sweeps away in the arctic gale, the pallid patina of the distressed florid petals freezes beneath the withering frost of discontent. Seraphic spring saunters with ripples of rapture in the air from the garden of Eden up above the veil of blue, the spectrum of hues cascades in splendored shower, as dormant beauty blooms again in my listless garden. From the yonder woods flows with fragrant fervor the musical resonance of the serenading breeze, its captivating cadence set in harmonic congruence with the enticing tune of robin’s song in dulcet dawn. On cobbled floral path meandering in the sunray maze, garlanding the satin shadow of the verdant banyan tree, the wafting leaves revive to rustle the romantic whisper, the murmur riding the melody waves of my longing. The beguiled buds unfurl their poignant petals, daisies and marigolds blossom with lustrous faces, looking at the solitary sapling spreading tender bough, holding between the caring leaves a red rose, I adore. In the surge of chromatic glimmer of the sunburst morn, floating on the fervent flood of the silken scarlet hue, your aura drifts on the yearning wings of a butterfly, embraces the rose of rhapsody in the garden of my love.