**In the Garden of Fragile Hearts** In the garden of fragile hearts, Love blooms like wildflowers, Petals unfurling under the sun's tender gaze. We dance, entwined, our souls brushing against eternity. But love is a tempest, a storm that rages, And when the winds shift, so do our fates. Promises whispered become echoes in the night, And the moon weeps silver tears upon our fractured dreams.