In the Garden of Your Love
For a time I grew in the Garden of your love
My love grew as a weed does
It took no tending
No Care
It grew for you no matter what
Freely and easily
But in the end
You sowed my pain
and Harvest my Misery
you water his love and watch it grow
It grew quickly
But when drought strikes
you will realize how fickle his love is
You are left with fields
Which take much work
you left behind easy growing love
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