If your eyes had never whispered
that silent message of love,
my heart would have remained untouched,
never knowing the sweetness of a wound

If your smile had not stolen
the colours from the flowers,
the lonely gardens of my heart
would have forgotten how to bloom.

The little birds would have sung in vain,
the spring winds would have wandered lost,
and the fields beneath the morning sun
would have missed their golden dreams.

If your hair had not offered
its glittering shade at dusk,
where would my tired soul have rested
after walking through the storms of time?

If your presence had not guided me,
like a lantern on a forest path,
I would have been a traveller forever
searching for a home I never knew.

But you came…..
not like thunder, not like rain,
but like a quiet footstep
leaving a mark upon the meadow.

Now every road feels beautiful,
every season carries a song;
the world became a garden
because you walked along.

And if someday I look back
at the wounds my heart received,
I will call them flowers,
for they blossomed from your glance