In the garden of heartache, where scars 

bloom like wildflowers, love dares to flourish 

unbound and unguarded. Bitterness 

heavy door creaks shut, as petals of forgiveness 

unfold, tender and uncurled. When roses warmth 

wanes, and winter chill set in, stand bare, 

like baobabs branches that endure.

For in the promise of springtime new leaves

will spring brilliantly and renewed.

In the sprinkle of withered flowers,

smile like a saffron sun embrace love’s turmoil, 

as the brave oak embrace the storm.

When love alters like seasons, remain steadfast.

Like a light of hope shining bright and unmarred. 

Love without bounds, without expectations, 

without fears of dark shadows.