The Garden Of Eden Poem by wandering star

Our love began slowly
It blossomed and grew
It opened up to the sunlight
And bloomed
But the winter frost gnawed at it,
Paralysing it so it grew no more.
Its petals froze like crystal glass
And then I shattered them
Into tiny fragments which were only memories
Now your rose delicately opens
Afraid of the cold and pain
But I’m sure with a little sunshine
It will bloom again
Not for me
But in someone else’s heart.
While the sharp crystal memories
Cut into mine and it bleeds
Red tears of regret.