Are not the flowers more joyous
not for their beauty alone,
more beautiful they are
because their uniqueness does shone.
Should a singer never sing
a sad love song
within a symphony of bliss,
people will think love is blasé
Love is like a garden
cultivate it.
Should a heart never to feel
the ache of love missed,
how does this heart learn to rejoice
in the happiness of
an unexpected kiss.
Should one's arms always hold you tight
throughout the day
and when the stars shine at night,
what wondrous mysteries await in the morning light.
Should a smile be at your beck and call,
if a teardrop never falls,
true romance, true love
will never be replete.
Are not the flowers more joyous
not just for their beauty alone,
more beautiful they are
because their uniqueness does shone.
Love is like a garden,
cultivate it.
(Love is Like a Garden, copyright April 2014, Steven S. Walsky, all rights reserved.)
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