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Click hereMy love is a garden
Where the birds so sweetly sing
Where the babbling brook lies sleeping
Beneath the doves folded wing
My love is a garden
Where you may rest your weary head
Where the paths of indecision
No longer must be tread
My love is a garden
Filled with dreams and quiet sleep
Where the soft hand of comfort
Stills the waters running deep
My love is a garden
Where you may rest and find some peace
Where all the fears and anxieties
May finally come to find release
My love is a garden
Filled with daisies and scents of love
Where there is no need for worry
Where you may find all that you’ve dreamt of
My love is a garden
That will always be waiting for you
When you have no where left to turn
When you know not what to do
My garden of love awaits
To give you strength for whatever you may face
Just step through the threshold
And enter into my embrace
What a beautiful picture you have painted with your words. Very well done.
I love flowers and I have a picture of that threshold, an arbor of what's on the inside.
"...Filled with daisies and scents of love
Where there is no need for worry..."
Daisies are my favorite. ;) Your garden makes me want. I want to lie down and be safe inside for awhile. Romantic, sweet, beautiful, generous ... well done, Harry.