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 memory’s 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.