In gardens where the soft winds blow,
Among the blooms that gently grow,
Love whispers through each petal’s grace,
A tender touch, a warm embrace.

The roses blush in shades so bright,
Reflecting passion, pure delight,
Each bud a promise, sweet and true,
A silent vow between us two.

Beneath the moon’s soft silver light,
The flowers dance, a wondrous sight,
Their fragrance fills the evening air,
A testament to love’s sweet care.

And as the seasons come and go,
Our love, like flowers, will always grow,
Rooted deep, forever strong,
In nature’s heart, where we belong.