Sunday, October 18, 2015

Love Is A Garden

Love is a garden that two lovers
To make it grow,
But there will be weeds
And briars,
Chills and fires,
Mud and sapphires. 

You make my soul serene
And my brain mad,
You are a soft pillow
Beneath my head,
A soft wind that rustles
My heart. 

Spring is the meadowlark's song
And the butterfly's sigh upon the wind
While two lovers walk
Hand in hand.


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