In the garden where the wildflowers bloom,  

My heart whispers softly, dispelling the gloom.  

With petals of passion, and roots deep in trust,  

My love is a treasure, unwavering and just.  


As the sun paints the sky in hues of gold,  

Each moment with you is a story retold.  

A melody sweet, like a soft summer breeze,  

My love is true, pure, like the rustling leaves.  


Through the storms and the shadows, I stand by your side,  

With a heart full of hope, and arms open wide.  

In the dance of our laughter, in the warmth of our sighs,  

I hope you can see the love in my eyes.  


For every heartbeat echoes a promise so clear,  

That my love is a beacon, forever sincere.  

So take my hand gently, let our spirits entwine,  

I hope you love me, as I love you, divine.  


In the tapestry woven with threads of our days,  

May we find in each other the brightest of ways.  

For my love is true, and as pure as can be,  

I hope you love me, like I do, endlessly.