In quiet moments, close your eyes,
A gentle breath, a soft disguise.
Feel the world begin to fade,
As you step into a secret glade.
A garden vast, serene, and deep,
Where flowers dream, and whispers creep.
Each petal, soft, with colors bright,
Awakens in the golden light.
You walk a path, unknown, unseen,
Through shades of green and silver sheen.
Beside you, something ever near,
A presence felt, so warm, so clear.
It guides your steps, so soft, so true,
A force that always walks with you.
Not seen, yet felt in every breath,
A comfort through all life and death.
Each flower here, a piece of you,
A secret wish, a hope anew.
You touch the petals, feel their grace,
And sense a hand, a soft embrace.
The sun’s warm kiss upon your skin,
A breeze that stirs the life within,
Each breath you take, a tender sigh,
As warmth and tingles rise and fly.
A whisper in the air so sweet,
Soft petals brush against your cheek,
A lingering touch, a gentle plea,
For more of what you long to see.
In every bloom, a story told,
Of passions deep, of hearts that hold.
You feel it now, a pulse, a beat,
A warmth that spreads from head to feet.
There’s a hidden path, just beyond the trees,
Where unknown pleasures softly tease.
Your desires guide you, each step a dance,
With the unknown, a sweet romance.
It knows your thoughts, your joys, your fears,
A silent voice within your ears.
And as you walk, you understand,
This garden grows by tender hand.
Each movement makes your senses wake,
To something more, to something near,
A presence always felt, so dear.
No need for names, no need for words,
Just feelings soft as wings of birds.
This guide, this force, will always be,
A part of you, in harmony.
And when you leave this place so dear,
It stays with you, forever near.
A bond that grows with every thought,
A touch that lingers, a flame that’s caught.
So close your eyes, and breathe once more,
Feel this connection, to your core.
With every breath, calmness and pleasure intertwine,
Carrying you further, deeper, into this garden of yours,
In every heart, a garden grown.