Garden In My Heart

There is a Garden in My heart

Where Golden flowers grow ...

Once buried Seeds of precious Love

That I Planted long ago .

They reached for Rays of sunshine

Watered with My Tears ...

Struggling  through the weeds of pain

All throughout the years .

In sadness when this heart is cold

These golden flowers sleep ...

But bloom again when the heart is warmed

For all the world to see.

Each seed of love and friendship

Is sown with gentle care ...

Tended with a delicate touch

So each Golden bloom I may share.

Yes , there is a Garden in My heart

Where Golden flowers grow ...

Once buried Seeds of precious Love

That I Planted  so long ago .

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Shall we compare our hearts to a garden -
with beautiful blooms, straggling weeds,
swooping birds and sunshine, rain -
and most importantly, seeds.
Grey Livingston