Verse by Verse

Garden of Devotion

Amidst the blooms in the Garden of Devotion,

Where love once flourished with sweet emotion,

Now lingers a melancholic hue,

As memories of us slowly ensue.

In tender moments, we found our way,

Two souls entwined, beneath the sun's warm ray,

But seasons change, and petals fall,

Leaving behind a haunting thrall.

The roses we nurtured, their fragrance divine,

Now whisper of love lost, like a fragile vine,

Their thorns, a reminder of the pain we bore,

As love's once vibrant hues now fade, no more.

A solitary bench, where we used to sit,

Hand in hand, hearts interlaced, and spirits lit,

Now an empty space, a vacant chair,

The silence echoes our love's despair.

In the Garden of Devotion, I stand alone,

Lost amidst memories, like seeds long sown,

The raindrops fall like tears from above,

As I wander, seeking solace, seeking love.

Though love may wilt, and shadows spread,

I'll hold onto the moments, where joy was widespread,

For in this melancholic garden's embrace,

I find solace, amidst the sorrow I face.

The blooms may wither, but love remains,

A fragile ember, amidst life's strains,

In the Garden of Devotion, we once thrived,

Now, apart we stand, our love contrived.

Yet, like a bloom in the moonlit night,

Love's memory shines, an eternal light,

In the garden of my heart, it forever stays,

A bittersweet reminder of those cherished days.