III

Beyond the streets where voices fade,
A garden blooms the people made.
Beside the waters calm and true,
A nest of love now waits for you.

 

Hearts are carved where lovers rest,
A secret seat, a city’s nest. Look where the timbers cross and meet, Your hidden clue may lie near a tree.

 

Here fresh liquid reflects the skies,
A mirror bright for hopeful eyes.
Open the note, the code will say,
Where love must lead the final way.