The Garden Of Love Poem by Roger Hadden

I went to the Garden of LOVE
And saw what I had never seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And thou shalt not, write over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore.

And saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be:
And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars, my joys and desires.