My heart like a folded rose
awaits morning to unfold.
The vast garden is quiet
only the leaves sing softly with the breeze.
When the sun crosses the threshold,
a thousand rose petals sprinkle the garden path.
My heart has finally opened
revealing the treasures inside of me.
The scent of the flowers intoxicate my eyes,
my lips still carry the taste of the last kiss of the night.
All I can do is to keep on giving,
peace comes with doing harm to no one.
Early this morning, the fragrant breeze of the rose wrapped itself around your heart.
It loosened the constraints of sadness along with all the knots life had tied.
The rose fell in love with you. It happens all the time.
Hafez once wrote about a bird holding a rose petal.
As years went by, I realized it is the same petal upon which I lean, its delicate beauty helping me to remain standing in this world of perpetual confusion.
– Hafez (Shiraz, Iran – XIVth c.), Persian poet and Sufi mystic.