Once I wondered if there was more
if I was doomed
to that constant chore
a love now wilted, long past bloomed.
Until he wandered in
and brought with him the sun.
What once was withered thin
it grows; it thrives; it's far from done.
Gone are the shadows
in a heart once harden.
He opened the windows.
He replanted the garden.
And in his gaze, I feel true love,
my darling songbird, my darling dove.
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Comments (3)
So great that it ended well! Lovely read. 💜
This is so tender and warm! I love how the garden becomes a metaphor for your heart and the ending lines feel like a soft, soaring sigh. 💖
This is so lovely, my goodness. I'm so glad you've found such love!!