Gardening Rose
In wild gardens, a tale unfolds,
Love's endeavor, silently told.
A gardener's hand, gentle and true,
Nurtured a rose in a barren view.
Seeds of hope, he tenderly sowed,
Watching the bud's beauty bestowed.
But fate's cruel touch forced them to part,
Leaving a heavy ache in his heart.
No more tending her soil each day,
No more witnessing her vibrant display.
Yet in absence, he whispers a plea,
"May she flourish and be truly free."
Accepting their paths now diverge,
Memories of love forever surge.
With every prayer, his hope takes flight,
For her petals to bloom, pure and bright.
Though he may never see her grace,
In his heart, her beauty finds its place.
Unintertwined, yet connected deep,
A love that blossomed, a secret to keep.
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