Contempt did not breed
In our familiarity.
With loving care
We have tended
To all that has grown
Between us.
We sit, now,
In a sweet garden of miracles.
Buds of hope have sprung
From layers of impossibilities
To form crimson blooms
That cannot be mistaken
Nor forgotten
Pulled skyward
With the gentle tug
Of a universe
And a smile.
This is our garden
Where love sits
And waits for us.
You have such beautiful thoughts, Ruby. And you are able to express them in moving and powerful verses like this one. Ten out of ten, Miss Honeytip. What a very lucky man it is that you have written this for.
You are always so supportive and lovely to me and I appreciate it so much xx And to think my favourite poet likes my work makes me swell with pride; ^)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Straight from heart writing Ruby.Simple and touching.Loved it.