They whisper, these tongues of the world,
"Give not your heart, restrain it, hold."
"Do not feel, but think, they say,"
"You can do it," the echoes play.
"Give not your heart, restrain it, hold."
"Do not feel, but think, they say."
Oh, emerge from dreams that deceive,
From tales of love, where lies conceive.
Hear now the truth, as I impart,
In gardens, scents that pierce the heart,
With sugary sweetness, subtly near,
In gardens, whispers I can hear,
With sugary sweetness, crystal clear.
My heart sings a melody, a blessed art,
For love, a fortune, a work of the heart,
You can do it.
The rhythm of life quickens its pace,
For her sweet wait, I embrace,
From eyes, the tears that freely flow,
Love demands sacrifice, let it show.
In conscious madness, the puzzle won't unwind,
In the guise of a cloud, from the heart of the mind.
In gardens, scents that pierce the heart,
With sugary sweetness, subtly near,
In gardens, whispers I can hear,
With sugary sweetness, crystal clear.
My heart sings a melody, a blessed art,
For love, a fortune, a work of the heart,
You can do it.
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