Dear Love,

Dear Love,
Welcome to my garden.
It's yours to keep.
You are allowed to tread on the grass here, but can you be careful?
Nobody's been allowed to step past the entrance yet, this deep.

I know, I know that the weeds have made their existence known.
Can you not bend down to pluck them out yet?
Stay.. as a mere spectator today,
until the day dies in me, until sunset..

Do those red roses remind you of somebody?
A spell of silence to fill with your words is guaranteed.
A word of caution before you think of destroying the plant, though.
The thorns could make your fingers bleed.

Sit down on the grass, they've been freshly mown.
You frown at how tangled the roots are, to each tree it's own, trying to trace.
Hush.. and look above , for the flowers have bloomed and the trees have begun to bear fruit.
The roots sure are tangled, but sturdy- a long solved maze.

The day has begun to bid farewell. It's not time to worry about the dark yet.
The fireflies will arrive in a while, they will let you out safe..
Stay...
It's beautiful to watch the dying sun playing with shadows on your face .