In the garden where whispers fade,Two souls dance in a masquerade.A touch of warmth, yet echoes cold,A story of love that’s bought and sold.Promises like stars that fall,In the night, they seem to call.Yet morning light reveals their lie,As dreams of love begin to die.In the mirror of broken dreams,Reflections show the silent screams.Once tender words now sharp as knives,In this tale of broken lives.A heart that yearns for gentle rain,Finds only storms that bring more pain.Yet in the shadow, hope does glow,For love that heals, and love that grows.