Paradise: To the one I love the most, a poem

I walk in a garden full of flowers

And at once I feel exposed to the powers

I touch each one and they seem to bloom

Is this magic, or is it my doom?

I wish so deep to feel your presence

Else this is paradise without its essence

And I ask the watchers for that one gift

Through grains of dust, it’s gold I look to sift

I fall asleep among the limbs of trees

Waiting for a dream to materialise, like a cool breeze…