Garden Of Delights
By TinasHeart
This poem is written for only one man, my husband, the love of my life. Garden Of Delights There is a place I hold revered, an enchanted garden of delights. Here, long ago, our love appeared. We made love on the sweetest of nights, and Baby I've never been the same, since that season you came to me. Two hearts, a single soul became, that was destined for eternity. Each new morn, love rises to grow, like the morning glories climbing high, in our garden where passion flows. Love's alluring fragrance you supply, keeping me coming back for more. There is nothing else I'd rather do, than lie in your arms and explore, the fruitfulness of love with you. Sweet drops of dew drip from your lips, moistening the blossoms of my earth. It takes me on a pleasure trip. Each time with you, has infinite worth. Our excitement's forever new. Love will ever bloom in our garden. Together we shall always pursue, to keep this love flourishing again. ©TinasHeart 01/20/02 Written February 9th, 2002 © on Feb 09 2002 01:29 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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