In the garden where the roses bloom,
Love dances in the morning’s gentle light.
Yet shadows linger, casting their gloom,
As pain whispers softly in the night.

The heart, a vessel of tender grace,
Holds both the warmth and the tears.
Love’s embrace, a sweet, sacred place,
Yet pain lingers, fueled by fears.

Underneath the moon’s watchful gaze,
The dance of love and pain unfolds.
A delicate balance in the night’s haze,
Where stories of the heart are told.

Let not the pain shadow the love’s glow,
For in the depths, hope still remains.
With every heartbeat, let love flow,
Healing the soul from its chains.