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.