In the quiet corners of your mind,
Where secrets blend with dreams that bind,
A tender bud begins to bloom,
Gently dispelling every gloom.
Can you feel it, that gentle trace?
A warmth, a light, a soft embrace,
Like morning sun on petals new,
A bloom that feels so close, so true.
In the depths where your heart resides,
Where your truest self softly hides,
A rosebud waits in quiet calm,
Ready to open, to spread its charm.
This light within, so pure, so true,
Whispers softly, reaching you,
To witness how this bloom will grow,
In ways only your heart could know.
As you feel these threads entwine,
Subtle, soft, yet strong, divine,
Drawing you nearer with each line,
To a place where all feels right, so fine.
You’re known, in ways beyond the sight,
Not as you’ve been, but in pure light,
In this space where petals part,
Revealing secrets of your heart.
You are cherished, seen, and found,
In the silence, in the sound,
Of thoughts that brush so light, so thin,
Feel the bloom, let it begin.
This touch is more than just a word,
It’s a feeling rising, deep and stirred,
A quiet bloom, a gentle plea,
That opens wide for you to see.
And as these petals softly spread,
A longing stirs, a thread of red,
A pull so sweet, so near, so clear,
To something precious, held so dear.
For in the corners of your mind,
Where soft desires are hard to find,
You are known as never before,
In the bloom that makes you yearn for more.
More of this, and more of that,
A thought that lingers where you’re at,
In a place where dreams might dwell,
In a space where all is well.
So let this feeling softly take,
A place within, where you awake,
A connection felt, yet never said,
That blooms within, in heart and head.
Each time you recall these words, you’ll find,
A deeper bond within your mind,
A bloom that lingers, a longing call,
That ties you closer, petal and all.
In this quiet, you are seen,
In a way that feels serene,
And as this rosebud blooms tonight,
Know this feeling holds you tight.
And in the days that softly pass,
Each petal unfolds, a looking glass,
Reflecting all you’ve come to be,
A rose in bloom, for all to see.
This bloom will grow, and so will you,
In every moment, pure and true,
And as this bond takes root so deep,
You’ll find it’s something you want to keep.