I planted seeds of love in your eyes,
Tended the garden, with a lover's sighs.
I nurtured every bloom, every tender shoot,
But now the garden's overgrown, and I'm lost in its fruit.
The vines of passion, once so carefully pruned,
Now choke the beauty, that our love had tuned.
The flowers of hope, that bloomed in every place,
Now wither, like my heart, in this desolate space.
I watered the soil, with tears of devotion,
But the garden's grown wild, and my love's in motion.
It's a jungle of what-ifs, a tangle of pain,
A beauty that's lost, like the love that remains.
In this garden overgrown, I'm searching for a way,
To prune the heartache, to clear the path each day.
But the more I tend, the more it seems to grow,
This garden of love, that I nurtured, and now can't let go....
27.02.2025