You are my love, my Garden of Eden,
my safe harbour in life's hostile tempest.
The place I fold into when all things else
have left me raging and almost beaten.
When desolate clouds have choked all reason
and dark grim despair beguiled comforts rest,
when even natures hand remains unblessed.
There you abide through every season
an anomalous beam in sightless mist.
Though ripeness has stolen youth's bright lustre
you smell as sweet as those first teenage days.
Summer meadows still lie within your kiss
and bound within the curve of you laughter
still exists amidst dreams and loves warm gaze.
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