Strolling In The Garden

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When Hearts Speak

Daffodils and roses bloom eternal

in a verdant garden,

pressed between dog-eared pages

of this anthology called heart.



Wisteria clothes otherwise barren walls

in beauty of remembered moments,

lush with emotions

captured in technicolor landscapes

of our journey.



A flowing stream,

adorned with snow white lilies,

tinkles sweet melodic sentiment,

as intoxicated by jasmine dreams,

I bathe in the perfumed waters

of yesterday.



In this paradise,

every blossom breathes,

vibrant in glorious splendor;

Each petal kissed one by one

by love's lips,

cultivated and watered

by dewy mists of nostalgia



As time shall pass inevitably

and the winds of change blow cold,

you will find me strolling

in this topiary Eden,

breathing deeply

of their everlasting fragrance.



It is here, I shall bask,

in the warmth of forever's sunshine,

insulated against the frosty winter seasons

of missing you.

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Ruth Lovejoy's picture

I love your use of metaphors here...