In the garden of my heart, a silent flower blooms,
Its petals hold a love, in whispered, sweet perfumes.
A love that dances softly on the edges of the light,
Yet knows the touch of shadows, and the quiet of the night.

She is the sun's own daughter, a radiance unfurled,
But I, a simple gardener, in her vibrant world.
Her laughter is the melody that birds...