The Garden

(Verse 1) In the hush where dawn kisses dew, we knelt together, shadows becoming one. Your hands small and steady beside my own, turning earth like pages of a story only we will ever read. (Chorus) We chose the roses for their stubborn fire, lavender to hush the restless wind, thyme that bruises sweet when stepped upon— each root a vow whispered into the dark. (Verse 2) You laughed when soil clung to your cheek. I thought: this is how forever begins— not in halls of gold, but here, in the patient dirt between our fingers. (Chorus) We chose the roses for their stubborn fire, lavender to hush the restless wind, thyme that bruises sweet when stepped upon— each root a vow whispered into the dark. (Bridge) When years have silvered my hair and the days grow thin, carry me back to the beds we dug. Lay me down beneath the roses we chose, their thorns a quiet guard around what remains. (Verse 3) Let lavender brush the sky in my name, thyme release its perfume when you walk our paths. I want to live forever in the green hush of our garden— not as memory, but as pulse beneath the petals, every new shoot lifting toward your light. (Final Chorus) When you come to tend the rows, my love will rise to meet you: in the velvet red of a bloom, in the sudden sweetness on the breeze, in the way the flowers lean toward your voice as though they still remember how you sang to them. (Outro-soft, repeated, fading) I am the garden now… rooted, blooming, waiting… holding you forever. rooted, blooming, waiting… holding you forever. holding you forever.