Here I am, living in the garden
of your heart, my beloved,
with the gentle whisper of the dew,
keeping secrets of endless love.
Here, all is quiet, the wind rests,
the stars twinkle, silent witnesses,
and in the silence of the night, the golden paths
draw paths where the soul is beautiful.
Here am I, my beloved, perennial,
like the scent of jasmine in the morning,
your garden is my life, my peace, my window,
an eternal refuge, where everything is maintained.
Read next
From @asielda