**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.