Cultivate Me. Poem by Fay Slimm

When the moon is bright, the time is right, for the sowing of the seed warmth and tenderness are needed, its generally agreed protection from harm and the elements, is a necessity only then will we reap the love we gave, that blooms eternally

So amazing garden! It's exhibiting the true wonders of nature- anyone could be enchanted. A very charming poem! : -)

A beautiful garen Fay, the same care and love would work well with people too. Love Bobx 10 ++

This is a wonderfully well expressed poem, Fay, with a bit of double entendre thrown in for good measure. It is a most delightful read, especially for those gifted with the ability to read in-between the lines, and your enticing words are superbly romantic indeed! Carl.

oh! ! you are the most lovely plant indeed my dear lady.... lovely write as always Fay10 with loves shan

Inspiring piece enjoyed - 10

I am your garden, Cultivate me. This is the bud that blooms into a flower with its fragrance and hue in the rest of the poem. Poetry par excellence.10++++++++ CP

a wonderful poem...love and romance filled garden...great read

A wounderful write Fay! ++10! Hugs CC

excellent warm poem..the most beautiful garden which nurtured by cariing and love, ..sweetly said poem So cultivate boundaries Smoothe indeed, ......... And waiting for seed Will be soil, that ploughed, Will fruit and flower again. .............................. You will certainly be amazed. Spoilage will never becloud Our horizon................. Nectar you'll sip.......... daily.