Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, November 07, 2018

Paradise




In the garden of love,
where you and I are one,
a paradise of sweet
where you and I meet.

Take my hand
and pull me close,
smell the fragrance
of the rose.

Share a kiss or two
embrace under the blue,
feel the joy of our love
forever and ever one.

Rewriting as we go,
like the wind as it blows,
a story of our love
united in the heavens above.

In the garden of love,
where you and I are one,
a paradise of sweet
where you and I meet.









1 comment:

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