Love blooms like a garden, peace in the heart, no chill. In every rose a youthful hope, in every flower a castle of love. Among us she is, uttering not a sound, just so the wind blows her with a grain of love. She lays a hand over her eyes hides the whole world dips a pen into her heart the paper remained white. She writes white poems in the silence where a word gently caught fire it rises, it has great aims my heart ached because of her. For everything, everything so fair, Again and again, it thrives, It lives so happy, without a care, until in a second, time passes. In a third of in the of that second you grew into me, when in loud love you fell asleep beside me.
