I walk through rows of velvet blooms, Where scent is thick with sweet perfumes, Each petal holds a whispered thread, Of love long lost or words once said.
A violet hums that heartfelt song, Where I believed I could go on, The lilies sleep in faded white, For all the dreams that lied each night.
Moonlight bends on marigolds, Still warm with stories never told. I press my lips to memoryβs stem, And cry for what I was back then.
The garden grows with every raindrop A blooming map that never stops. Forever young, forever torn, Each flower proof that I was born.