The Words, I Buried In You
In a garden where emotions spring,
Words chase away the shadows that cling.
They’re the sun’s rays after a stormy night,
Guiding lost souls toward a warm, bright light.
Like seeds in soil, words take root and grow,
Nourishing with a radiant glow.
Each praise a petal, each compliment a leaf,
Forming a bouquet, fragrant with relief.
Of dreams and promises, they softly speak,
Voices gentle, not loud or weak.
Through whispered tales and secrets shared,
A bond of trust is gently paired.
So let words be the stars that guide,
In a vast universe, side by side.
For in shared words, we clearly find,
An eternal dance, beautifully intertwines.
