in the Spring of Our Love
we planted a Garden.
we broke the ground that had hardened
both our hearts.
we gave our garden it's start.
we layed the seeds
& pulled the weeds.
we did the deeds
that a Garden of Love needs.
we did these things with Love
and prayed for blessings from above.
we fed our garden, gave it water
& fertilzed.
we realized
the care it needed
to keep it seeded.
we watched the flowers grow.
felt the flowers glow.
enjoyed the blossoms show.
and thru the Summers Heat
we seldom missed a beat.
we kept Our Garden neat.
Our Garden stayed complete.
then came the fall
and we seldom went to Our Garden at all.
we didn't heed Our Garden's call.
the Weeds grew tall.
the Flowers grew small.
around Our Garden
we each built our own wall.
when Winter came
and it was Cold
we each cast the Blame
for Our Garden growing Old.
was it You
or was it I?
who didn't do
what we were supposed to?
was it You
or was it I?
either way, we felt Our Garden die.
Our Garden of Love withered away.
then one day
Our Garden was Gone.
there was no more Flowers Song.
no more Flowers Glow.
no more Blossoms Show.
only hard ground agin'.
neither You nor I
knew where to Begin,
and so that was The End
of Our Garden of Love.
the seasons changed.
Life re-arranged.
We became estranged.
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