The mystery to those who plant themselves firmly in the soil of your heart

There's a mystery to those who plant themselves firmly in the soil of your heart and refuse to leave. "Stay," once a foreign language, becomes a dialect so familiar to the swirl of your eardrums. I'm not sure about this, but if you do decide to remain, make yourself comfortable in the warmth of the home inside of me.

There's a certain alchemy in the way you've taken root within the chambers of my soul, weaving your essence into the very fabric of my being. Your presence has become an indelible part of my landscape, intertwining with the roots of my existence, becoming an inseparable part of my story.

The language of "stay" was once an unfamiliar melody, a foreign whisper that echoed through the corridors of my heart. Yet, in your presence, it has transformed into a familiar refrain, a comforting rhythm that resonates with the cadence of our shared journey.

If you choose to linger in the garden of my soul, know that you are welcome to make yourself at home amidst the blossoms and thorns. Find solace in the shelter of my embrace, let the warmth of my love be a hearth for your weary spirit.

Let the walls of my heart be a sanctuary for your dreams, a haven where your aspirations can take root and flourish. Together, let us tend to the garden of our shared affection, nurturing the fragile blooms of trust and understanding, and weaving a tapestry of shared memories and experiences.

So, if you choose to stay, know that you are not a mere visitor, but a cherished resident in the dwelling of my heart. Make yourself at home in the warmth of the love that surrounds you, and let the melody of "stay" become a symphony that dances through the corridors of our intertwined souls.

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer