Your voice is a beautiful garden
Snowdrops are your whisper at dawn
A touch of grace when my soul has hardened
A lullaby rose when the day is gone
Thorny scars when my heart is broken.

The sight of your glory
Almighty is that mighty field
Watering your soil when sad and sorry
Weedly, widely, before it I kneel
Buried six feet under, my angst and worry.


Your touch is an enchanting berceau
Kisses are your budding leaves
Delivers me an unforgettable cadeau
Hugs are your growing beliefs
Embracing me like un chateau.

Memories of you are afar stars in heaven
Like snowdrops they whisper at dawn
I visit your bower at day no. 7
Harvest your meadow, rest at your lawn
Hear, touch, and imbibe you as we reunite in your garden.

A Lunde Garden of Eden
Anderson's Lumberyard
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