In the garden where dreams gently sway,
Love dances softly with the morning mist,
Her whispers echo through the blooming day,
A silent promise in the sunlit twist.

She paints the sky with hues of tender grace,
Her touch a breeze that sweeps the fields of gold,
Each heartbeat echoes in the vast embrace,
A tapestry of warmth in stories told.

Beneath the stars, she weaves a gentle song,
Her voice a melody in moonlit streams,
With every note, she rights what once was wrong,
A symphony of life in woven dreams.

And when the night enfolds the world in peace,
Love cradles time within her gentle arms,
In silent moments, all our fears release,
Awakened by her everlasting charms.