The Woman Who Chose The Garden Over The Firmaments Poem by Shirley Harrison

If a heart doesn't get what a heart wants

a heart can be hollow

in this, my very own garden of roses

I myself will say to you, my reader



there is nothing like a violent storm

to bring on the passion between two souls

two souls locked in a fate

in a garden so beautiful

that, the great raven would never chance to call

a garden so magnificent

filled with magnolia and roses

filled with perfumes

of the very love that reels through our veins



but the perfume doesn't always smell so good

does it? alas

sometimes the air

is filled with black thickened skies

with hate and with envy



but my words always my words of honor



if the firmaments could strike

your love onto me

I would lay down to die happily

in this our garden

knowing even though

it could never be

the heavens sent you to me



because I am...


the woman who chose the garden over the firmaments.