In a garden bathed in twilight’s glow,
Two lovers whisper, hearts aglow.
Their tears of love, so pure and bright,
Fall gently on a flower’s light.
Petals catch the crystal drops,
As time around them softly stops.
Each tear a token, tender, sweet,
Love's essence in the flower’s seat.
The bloom absorbs the lovers' tears,
Nourished by their hopes and fears.
In fragrant silence, secrets shared,
A testament to how they cared.
As moonlight fades and dawn appears,
The flower thrives on love’s own tears.
A symbol of their bond so true,
A love that blossoms, ever new.