The garden of LoveA Poem by ronThe garden of Love
I have walked in the garden of love. I have felt the cut from the thorns.
I have smelled its flowers. I have tasted its scent.
I have planted flowers that have bloomed. And watched as other have pick its petals.
I have touched petals as soft as silken feathers. Their scent filled my heart and made me a king above men.
But the one I keep planting never will grow again. © 2013 ronReviews
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