I walk alone in the garden,
Fragrant flowers set in rows,
I remember the delicate hands,
That planted the flora that grows.

I recall how I lovingly teased you,
As each plant was perfectly aligned,
Your laughter flowed through the air,
When each treasure's place was assigned,

Cherished happiness we shared in the garden,
Smiles beamed by words exchanged in jest,
Memories guarded in deep remembrance,
Are prized like jewels in a pirate’s chest.

Oh you were the most beautiful flower,
My heart's pick from life's vast garden,
Freed from a world of loneliness,
To my forlorn heart; you gave pardon.

The sun is setting-casting shadows,
Day's warmth is cooling down,
Reluctantly I leave our Garden,
Love’s memories there abound.

Gayle Davis©
02 April 2006
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