When thoughts of love pursue the soul, Like roses weaving through the mist, I find you there, where soft winds stroll, In nature’s arms, I find my bliss. The sun dips low, a velvet hue, Each petal sighs, a lover’s plea. In gardens where the blossoms grew, You live forever part of me. For in each whisper of the trees, In every shadow cast on stone, I hear the laughter in the breeze, And know that love is never alone.

• Elizabeth Barrett Browning