There are no roses in our garden

A lemon tree we planted

now heavy with fruits

The thorns on the branches painfully sharp

But in Spring the white fragrant flowers

the shiny green leaves

make a healing bath when the soul feels

sick with sorrow

This life

The marriage the love assumed but never said

There are no roses in our garden

In moonless nights alone I rest

between deep sighs

and suppressed breaths

The lemon tree silently weeps

in darkness

My heart cracks open

without hope

still waiting for

the love you never said