In the Garden of Time

In the Garden of Time  In a quiet town where whispers reside, Two souls wandered, their paths yet to collide. Beneath the canopy of stars, they dreamed, Unaware of the fate that love had schemed. She was the dawn, with sunlight in her hair, A heart full of laughter, a spirit laid bare. He was in the dusk, with shadows in his eyes, A seeker of truths beneath velvet skies. Their worlds were framed by the seasons’ embrace, Each day a brushstroke, a moment to trace. In spring’s gentle bloom, they first crossed the line, A glance, a spark, like the sweetest of wine. They met in a garden where wildflowers grew, Amidst the soft petals kissed by the dew. “Who are you?” she asked, with a voice like a song, “I’m searching for something,” he answered, “belong.” Days turned to weeks, and weeks into years, Their laughter and dreams drowned out all their fears. They walked hand in hand through the summer’s bright blaze, Creating their story in the sun’s golden rays. But autumn arrived with its bittersweet chill, And shadows grew long on the heart’s quiet hill. Confessions were whispered beneath the pale moon, Yet life, with its turns, had its own cruel tune. A promise was made. In the twilight they swore, To live through the storms, to weather the roar. But fate has a way of rewriting the script, And sometimes the heart can feel tightly gripped. Winter encroached with its cold, icy breath, The world turned to silence, a dance with death. She felt him drift further, like leaves on the breeze, An ache in her heart brought her down to her knees. “Where have you gone?” she cried to the night, “Come back to the garden, let’s find our light.” But echoes were all that returned to her plea, For love sometimes fades, like the sun from the sea. Yet love is a circle, a cycle divine, In the depths of despair, a new spark can shine. Though seasons may change, and the heart may ache, The roots of their bond were too deep to break. Years passed like shadows, but memories stayed, In the garden of time when their love had played. And one fateful morning, when hope felt so thin, She wandered down the path where their journey began. As dawn broke the silence with whispers of gold, A figure emerged, with a story untold. He stood by the flowers, with a heart in his hands, Reclaiming the dreams that their youth had once planned. “I’ve traveled through storms, I’ve faced every fear, And in every shadow, I found you still here. Let’s rewrite our tale. Let’s dance once again, In the garden of love, where our hearts can begin.” With tears of joy glistening, she rushed to his side, And there in the garden, their love was revived. No longer just dawn and dusk, but a sky full of stars, Together they’d travel, no matter the scars. For love is a journey, a winding, sweet road, With seasons of laughter and burdens to load. But hand in hand, they would weathe r each storm, In the garden of time, their hearts would stay warm.