Passionate Echoes

Whispers of a Fading Eden

In a garden once loved, now veiled in sorrow,
Where flowers once bloomed, there's emptiness to borrow.
Each petal, now withered, like dreams long gone,
Where laughter once echoed, there's a mournful song.

The roses that blushed, vibrant and fair,
Now droop their heads, burdened by despair.
Their fragrance, once sweet, hangs heavy in the air,
Whispering tales of love's abandoned lair.

The daisies, once joyful, danced with delight,
Now wilted and fragile, bereft of their light.
Their innocence lost, like tears in the rain,
They long for a touch, a love to sustain.

The tulips, once proud, stood tall and bold,
Now bend to the wind, their story untold.
Their vibrant hues, now faded and gray,
Yearning for warmth, a gentle embrace to sway.

And the willow, once weeping, now stands forlorn,
Its graceful branches, bereaved and torn.
No longer a haven, a shelter so true,
Its tears have dried up, no solace to imbue.

Oh, garden of yore, how I miss your grace,
Your vibrant colors, a once-revered embrace.
But time has claimed you, leaving echoes behind,
A melancholy lament, a love undermined.

For gardens, like hearts, can suffer and grieve,
Yet within the sorrow, a hope to retrieve.
May the sun's tender kiss and the rain's gentle touch,
Breathe life anew, reviving love's clutch.

So let us remember, when gardens do fade,
In their fleeting beauty, a story is made.
And though we may mourn, in our hearts we shall find,
That love's essence endures, forever entwined.

-V