In the Garden of Love

I am a lover, a weaver of dreams,

In the loom of hearts, I sew the seams.

I deal in love, pure and true,

Sowing flowers in the morning dew.

With each seed, a whisper of care,

Sprouts of hope in the fragrant air.

I plant roses where thorns once grew,

And daffodils in skies of blue.

The barren earth, once cold and dry,

Now blossoms beneath a lover’s sigh.

In every petal, in every bloom,

I see love’s promise dispel the gloom.

Sow flowers, dear one, with gentle hands,

Let your heart be the fertile lands.

For in your touch, life will start,

And your surroundings, a garden of art.

So tend the soil, water with grace,

Nurture each leaf, let it find its place.

For in love’s garden, wild and free,

We bloom together, eternally.