A Rose in the Garden of Love
Into the horrid heat of my summer
You fall as drops of rain,
Nay, as drops of love’s elixir.
The broken memories I have treasured,
Tumble and roll round like marbles.
In this ravenous night
As I sit outside all alone,
Looking into the night sky
I see blinking stars here and there,
And my memories swim
Around a starry-eyed girl
My mind speeds like a steed to those days
That had the beauty and brilliance,
Of the arching rainbows of the blue
And the glowing hues of peacock feathers
You were then the rhyme and rhythm of my life.
The song and melody of my spirit,
The symphony in my violin,
The alluring dream of my nights.
Once you got into my garden of love unbidden
Like a flitting butterfly,
A leaping grasshopper,
A honey sucking bee,
A winging robin,
When the breeze was hissing,
When the flowers were nodding,
And perched on my shoulder.
I plucked for you a red, red rose,
And you savored its fragrance.
That very day you became my friend.
You became the rose in my garden of love
You spread a pervading aroma,
That wafted into me with every gushing wind.
You became the throb of my life.
My singular passion,
A rising flame,
My heart’s silent language,
The sole focus of my life.
But now I am a jigsaw puzzle
left unsolved.
You are the missing piece!
Please listen to the whispers of my silent heart!
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