In My Garden Grows
Our words,Have been our tools for so long.Weaved friendship,Now what seeds are sown.Is this love,This growing thing,Our words have shown.Fresh and new,Between us.Affection has grown,Not knowing the when or why,Like flowers on stone.But my heart tells me,We belong.........Just know this. Written November 23rd, 2001 © on Nov 23 2001 01:50 PM PST, Phyllis Thompson 0 • 8
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"Our words,Have been our tools for so long.Weaved friendship,Now what seeds are sown.Is this love,This growing thing,Our words have shown.Fresh and new,Between us.Affection has grown,Not knowing the when or why,Like flowers on stone.But my heart tells me,We belong.........Just know this...."