We all have secret gardens, don't we?

As I walked along the woods, and felt the warm breeze, the sun on my face and the grass on my feet, I knew I saw that place before, even if I was not sure where that was leading me.

I kept walking, feeling as one with that place – so colorful, so melodic, so peaceful.

To my surprise, an unexpected guess showed up my way, and for my contentment heard him say:

- You are new here, aren’t you?

- Oh! Now butterflies can talk?

- We always did, just you weren’t listening.

- Right! Where am I?

- You’re at the gardens of your soul.

- Is that a good thing?

- You tell me. Something in you resonates with love, so this might be your love paradise.

- You’re might be right! What can I call you?

- You can call me whatever you heart's desire. I’ll always reply.

- I see. So, mister Lovebird, do have any advices for a lost soul?

- Isn’t that the reason you are here in the first place?

- How do you know?

- I sense everything. Do you want to speak about him?

- I could speak about him without my words getting tired nor sold out.

- Ain’t that the sweetest thing?

- Sure is. Just as sweet as he is.

- Or, just as you are. Can you tell me more about that prince of yours?

- What’s the point? Isn’t that supposed to be personal?

- Sure is. But no one is hearing us, unless you would like me to share it to the others.

- Nop. Not yet. But I can tell you.

If I had to compare his smile to something, it would be like the sunshine, warm and welcoming; if I had to compare his eyes to something, it would be like the moon, deep, hypnotizing and unexplainable; if I had to compare his hands to something, it would be like the strength of us all, sacred and gracious; if I had to compare his body to something, it would be like the God’s perfect creation, like a beautiful desire, no need to add nor to take; if I had to compare his heart to something, it would be like the heart of the seas, nourishing and overflowing with love and generosity; and if I had to compare his soul to something, then I would say to himself – just as divine, unique and not mine to keep.

- My dear friend, could there be a greater love?

- And what do I know about love? I only know I love. Can no one says they know about love.

- Wise words. Does he know?

- Not even that I know.

- Does he need to know in order for you to smile and love still?

- No. I love free.

- Just as love should be.

- Right once again! And now that you know my secrets, just how can you help me?

- More than you’ll ever know. Some things can’t be said, others can’t be seen. Trust us. If I said it, then you wouldn’t know. If you know, then it’s already said.

- Will I ever see you again?

- You can find me whenever you need, whenever you want, wherever you’d like.

- Até breve.

- Até!