You are like a garden,

Your potential a mystery, you only give what you get.

So, I work until my heart shatters at dusk,

Listening, expressing, touching…anything I can to awaken you…

And you…

You my love look at me under the moonlight glow and smile,

You say, “I never asked for this,” and right there my soul drifts into the dark.

Unknown to you, unknown to me…it lingers only to remind me that not all gardens have to be tilled, some grow wild.

woman in black hat standing on garden
Seth Doyle/

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