Within the walls of her quiet heart,

A secret garden, set apart.

No gardener's hand, no planned design,

But wildflower blooms, uniquely thine.

Butterflies in shades of blue,

Whispers of moments, fresh and new.

Each bloom a feeling, a thought a dream,

A vibrant tapestry, it would seem.

The scent of orchid, sweet and mild,

A hidden peace, a heart beguiled.

A thorny rose, a guarded space.

Where secrets bloom, with quiet grace.

And in this garden, wild and free,

A woman's spirit, for all to see.

A blooming soul, in vibrant hue,

Her secret garden, forever hue.