Intimacy is a garden, lush and green,
Where two hearts meet and souls convene,
Each flower a moment, each leaf a touch,
As two anticipate a love that promises much.
The garden blooms with fragrant grace,
Hearts entwine in a sacred space,
A gentle breeze, a soft embrace,
As love grows strong in this intimate place.
Each flower a symbol of a cherished thought,
Each petal a memory; each stem a plot,
A tapestry woven with love and care,
As two hearts dance in a love affair.
But like any garden, it needs tending to,
With care and attention, love will renew,
And with each passing day, it will thrive,
As intimacy blossoms and love comes alive.
So tend to your garden with love and care,
A place where two hearts can beat as one,
And watch it bloom in a love that's rare,
For intimacy is a garden, a symbol of love.
