Upon the fragrance of the rose garden,
The presence of beauty linger like a perfume.

As if stepped into your personal space,
And announce my desired to be with you.

Like thunder roar an earth quake upon the atmosphere,
While stirred and trembled upon the heart beat as it echoed.

It's like a unravelling story chained by one to another,
And it leads you to a narrative of closed petals to blossom flower.

One emotions invoke by another canvas,
But always in the story of our first kiss.

This garden lead the path to you,
And chain me to past road where we met eye to an eye.

Garden to a forest, then forest to a our original meeting place.
I am reminded by the world you and I are one,
And I'm lucky that you are mine.