In the quiet of the soul, a garden lies,
Where self-love blooms in vibrant hues,
Each seed sown waits to rise,
Creating a timeless tapestry of views.
Look at the mirror, not just glass,
But a window to petals in soft light,
Reflecting a gentle, flowing grace,
Revealing beauty hidden from ordinary sight.
Within an endless book’s embrace,
Each page tells a guiding tale,
Weaving words of tender, deep meaning,
Teaching the essence of love that prevails.
Raindrops gently greet,
Refreshing the soil of the inner self,
Bringing calm and soothing relief,
Helping the roots of self-love grow strong and well.
As shadows and light dance in tune,
Find beauty in each passing moment,
For in this garden, strength is found,
A delicate bloom that whispers the heart’s own worth.
