In a garden wild, where blooms abound,
A dahlia stands on sacred ground.
Its petals, rich with passion’s hue,
Symbolize a love that's true.
Amidst the thorns and brambles rough,
This flower grows with strength enough.
A testament to love’s embrace,
In every curve, in every trace.
I see you in this dahlia bright,
A beacon in the dimmest night.
Your presence, like its vibrant bloom,
Dispel the shadows, chase the gloom.
Each petal whispers of my heart,
A love that time will not depart.
In every shade, a vow is sown,
In every leaf, a love well-known.
Through seasons’ change, through storm and sun,
This love remains, though battles won.
Like dahlia’s bloom, it stands so strong,
A melody, an endless song.
In moments silent, soft and sweet,
I find you where the heartbeats meet.
A dahlia in the garden’s care,
A love profound, beyond compare.
So here, my love, this flower stands,
A symbol of our hearts’ demands.
In dahlia’s grace, our story’s told,
A love eternal, pure and bold.
