I'd learned to live in smaller rooms
Folding pieces of myself to fit the walls
Love used to echo like an empty house
Every footstep begging not to fall
I kept my voice tucked under winter coats
Afraid the sound would come out wrong

But then you walked in soft as dawn
And something in me whispered: Go on

Now wildflowers bloom in the quiet parts
Places I thought were long torn apart
You touch the ache without making it bleed
You see the whole of me, not just what's easy to see
And somehow, without meaning to try
I felt my heart remember how to come alive

I used to practice disappearing
A survival skill learned far too young
Shrinking shadows so I wouldn't scare
The ones who called my silence love
But you trace the outlines I once hid
And say they're the most beautiful thing

And suddenly I'm learning space
In a room where I don't have to erase

Now wildflowers bloom in the quiet parts
Soft little rebellions growing in the dark
Your hands don't take, they steady the fall
You hold the weight without asking at all
And somehow, without warning or sign
My pulse chose you to realign

Maybe healing is a quiet spark
Not a fire but a lantern in the dark
And maybe love returns in gentle ways
Like footsteps soft on newer days

So let the wildflowers bloom where they may
In corners I once kept locked away
You don't fix the past, you help me grow
In a world that finally feels like home
And somehow, in the softest of lines
I found my heart, waking for the first time

If love is a season, then here you stand
The first warm breeze on frozen land
And I'm not afraid, not this time
To let something bloom that's finally mine