The Garden Of Loneliness Poem by Lora Colon

We met in the garden of loneliness,
After crossing the bridge of despair,
We drank from the fountain of hopelessness,
How much torment must our hearts bear?

I love you, but we can't be together,
First I denied it, I fought it, then I wept;
The Book of Life has opened to a page
My heart just cannot accept

Happiness was ours for a moment,
Now the door is closed once again;
I find myself back in the garden,
Where loneliness never ends

Rain down upon me, sweet compassion,
Take pity on this lonely child;
Walk me through the gates of mercy,
Where apathy is growing wild

If I must spend my life in this garden,
Ease the burden so it hurts no more;
Let flowers of contentment grow 'round me,
Place a wreath of peace at my door