In the fragrant haven of blooms, a vision did appear,
A boy with hair of moonlit brown, my heart held oh so dear.
Amongst the roses blushing pink and lilies pure and white,
He moved with grace, a gentle soul, a beacon in the light.

His eyes, like pools of deepest blue, held secrets yet untold,
And laughter played upon his lips, like stories yet to unfold.
His hands, with care, caressed the blooms,...