The garden surrounding my soul, being long
Under control, bore no visible weeds.
Every bed seemed tended, all plants belonged
To a known pattern of life, no wild seeds
Allowed entry, until on digging deep
One day, I uncovered my heart, and found
It bleeding, and starved. Not worth the keeping
I threw it away. Uprooted, it sighed, bound
For graveyard and fire, it then caught your eye,
As careful, you planted again with words
Of tenderest care, and there you watered
It daily, feeding it love, then occured
A regrowth. Now it responds as it ought.
Uprooted, my heart deferred to your touch.
Rooted, now blossoms, and loves you so much.
This is a lovely piece of gardening Fay could say blooming lovely 10 ++++ Chris
I like this a lot Fay, cleverly written, you being a plant that needs tending and then able to bloom again, lovely Lynda xxx
Dear Fay.... you landscape the garden of love so well.... thanks so much for your inspiration and your perfect poetry, T 10 10 10 again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very touching piece which gives one the feeling of being reborn again with love and tenderness. May you blossom and bloom into the flower for which you are. Scott