My heart has made a garden,
where the thorn falls away from the rose.
Where every flower has your face,
the only flower that grows.
And I tend it oh so carefully,
in rows both pure and true,
and there each breath i take is love,
and there each breath is you.
Got an email saying a comment was made saying this was their favorite poem of mine. Their comment and name has not appeared. So let me say.. thanks very much. 😁
Well articulated and nicely penned from the heart with conviction. Lovely and very passionate.
Thanks very much Jez Brul. I really appreciate your kind words 🌷
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I would like to translate this poem
A rose garden without thorns. just so fine an imagination dear poet. you enjoy walking along this garden. may i come with u dear poet. tony