Garden Of Love Poem by Cyreh Joie Sargento

Seeking love somewhere deep and far,
Through rains, and muds, and scars.
Only to see little love in little jars,
Little car, little joy in little bars.

The journey was bigger than the prize,
Prize that caused pain, wounds, and cries.
There I opened my ears, heart, and eyes,
And saw burning of a star from the skies.

A Man spoke to me and said,
I should seek for Him instead.
No pale nor little heart but red,
For His love for me was blood shed.

He said He loves me ten out of ten,
With stretched arms, and heart open.
I said, 'If so, give me some flowers then',
But the Man gave me the whole garden.

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