Garden

In the garden where the wildflowers bloom,?Love dances softly, casting away gloom,?With petals of passion swaying in the breeze,?It whispers sweet secrets among the tall trees. Beauty, a painter with a brush made of light,?Colors the world in hues warm and bright,?Each glance a soft stroke, each smile a soft hue,?In this canvas of hearts, painted just for two. Trust stands like a bridge over rivers that flow,?A promise unbroken, a light in the shadow,?With roots deep and sturdy, it anchors the soul,?Binding two spirits, making each one whole. Together they flourish, these three cherished blooms,?In laughter and heartache, dispelling the glooms,?For love is the melody, beauty the song,?And trust the sweet harmony that carries us along. So let us nurture this garden with care,?Where love, beauty, and trust breathe the same air,?In the richness of moments, in whispers of night,?We’ll sow seeds of forever, and watch them ignite.