Our Sectret Garden
We spent the first night making sweet love until the mornings light,
within our secret garden were flowers bloom so bright.
For here we can touch each other spirits so gentle, pure and free,
within our private garden you had planted just for me.
For when we are together were like flowers in the sun,
we reaching higher and higher towards the heavens as we grow and live as one.
But unlike the flowers of the meadows that wilt and surely fade,
my love for you my flower will never go away.....
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