Transformation

Pain blooms in the garden of my heart,

Fragile flower petals, like my broken dream,

But the gardener of my soul, my old lover,

Turn suffering into a sweet stream of joy.

From the thorns of suffering, the rose is reborn,

Their scent hides in the embrace of memories,

Your touch, a balm, on scars so deep,

In his arms, she found a sacred space.

Their love, a bold and brilliant canvas,

Because of anxiety, passions quickly arise,

My pain has changed, now it's ecstatic joy,

In his arms, she found her glory.

And became a better person!