a love that fled from this garden of roses
a heart that bled from his ticks and crosses
a love that came only to smell the flowers
a heart that gave everything, left with no more tears!
hard to tell if the wound has healed
her smiling face, her secrets concealed
no one knew where the love had gone
melted like snow on a road side stone!
a love that was as beautiful as roses
entwined between thorns and petals
a heart that once blossomed to the morning sun kisses
to the ground dropped, wilted and wasted.
a love that fled one garden for another
roses, daffodils or heather no matter
a love came only to caress and smother
in its trail, another weeping heart yet to recover
wilted and wasted, torn forever!
(Written by just me, Pp, dedicating to Elisa who was once a bloom in a garden of love.
Jeddah, Friday 6th November 2009)
a heart that bled from his ticks and crosses
a love that came only to smell the flowers
a heart that gave everything, left with no more tears!
hard to tell if the wound has healed
her smiling face, her secrets concealed
no one knew where the love had gone
melted like snow on a road side stone!
a love that was as beautiful as roses
entwined between thorns and petals
a heart that once blossomed to the morning sun kisses
to the ground dropped, wilted and wasted.
a love that fled one garden for another
roses, daffodils or heather no matter
a love came only to caress and smother
in its trail, another weeping heart yet to recover
wilted and wasted, torn forever!
(Written by just me, Pp, dedicating to Elisa who was once a bloom in a garden of love.
Jeddah, Friday 6th November 2009)
