In realms where blossoms dance on air,
A tale of love and ardor fair,
Where petals unfurl in vibrant grace,
Spreading fragrance in this sacred space.
A garden awakens with morning's light,
A canvas of colors, a mesmerizing sight,
Delicate blooms in myriad hues,
Reflecting passion that love imbues.
Like flowers, love blooms with gentle might,
Nurtured by warmth, embracing each night,
With tender whispers, it softly grows,
As a river of petals, pure affection flows.
Roses, symbols of love's burning fire,
Their velvety touch, a soul's desire,
Their crimson blooms speak of devotion's art,
A testament to love's unbreakable heart.
Daisies, adorned with innocence pure,
Blooming in fields, where love will endure,
A symbol of hope, a love ever new,
They teach us the beauty of love so true.
Tulips, elegant with vibrant grace,
Unfolding their petals in tender embrace,
Whispering secrets with each sway and bow,
They symbolize love's everlasting vow.
And amidst this floral tapestry,
Two souls find solace, their hearts set free,
Entwined like fragrant jasmine vines,
Their love intertwines, a symphony aligns.
Their love, a blossom, forever entwined,
Weathering seasons, their souls combined,
For in the garden of love, they thrive,
As the blossoms bloom, their love will survive.
So, let us cherish the flowers that bloom,
Love's intricate tapestry, beyond the tomb,
For in petals and beauty, true love endures,
Like a garden of flowers, forever secure.
©hopelesslyyinlovee
