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In the garden of memories, where flowers wither and die, Two broken souls met, with hearts that bleed and cannot deny. She, with green eyes like hope, dimmed by pain and sorrow, He, with blue eyes like the sea, reflecting love and equal sorrow. They gazed at each other, and in that instant, time stood still, Everything was a mystery, fate had united them, in a love that seemed eternal and real. The wind whispered secrets, that only they could hear and feel, And the flowers seemed to sing, a melody that made them tremble with existence. He offered her a bouquet, of wilted flowers, without life or color, But in his gesture, there was love, a deep desire to heal her pain. She looked at him, and knew it was true, and that his love was sincere, And in his blue eyes, she saw a glimmer of her own love, so pure and true. Both had said, "never again" with tears and deep regret, But now they found themselves, in a love that began to shine and shine. But fear and doubt, made them tremble and begin to waver, And they didn't know if they should believe, in a love that seemed fragile and rare. They gazed at each other, with a mix of fear and desire to love, And knew they had to take a chance, on a love that could bloom and shine above. Love, that had been, their greatest illusion and worst nightmare, Now seemed, an opportunity, to find peace and wonder.

by Jadirh González