In the garden where silence softly grows,
Petals tremble, kissed by morning’s light,
Time dances slow, as the river flows,
Unraveling dreams in the hush of night.

You and I, like vines, entwined yet apart,
Roots reaching deep through the soil of our fears,
With each tender moment, we nurture the heart,
Letting patience whisper, easing the years.

Sometimes the unfolding takes a while,
Like a gentle breeze that stirs the still air,
But in...