Category Archives: SECRET GARDEN

Secret Garden 💥

When the gardener has gone this garden
Looks wistful and seems waiting an event.
It is so spruce, a metaphor of Eden
And even more so since the gardener went,

Quietly godlike, but of course, he had
Not made me promise anything and I
Had no one tempting me to make the bad
Choice. Yet I still felt lost and wonder why.

Even the beech tree from next door which shares
Its shadow with me, seemed a kind of threat.
Everything was too neat, and someone cares

In the wrong way. I need not have stood long
Mocked by the smell of a mown lawn, and yet
I did. Sickness for Eden was so strong.

Secret Garden 💥
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“Sleepsong ~ Lullaby from a Secret Garden”🌼🌼🌼

Soul searching gives me butterflies, honey x

“CUDDLE TIME!” April 12, 2018 – Thursday.

It’s early at night, with many things to do and see,

Bars and cars and gem shows,

Showing jewelry –

Shopping – “hopping” – taking-in-a-play,

And what’s to do, to do, to do –

For this-here li’l J?

What is,

His choice,

For Friday Revelry?

Pick! (pause)

Pick-and-choose –

And where,

Shall J-Jay be?

He’s-in-his-bed,

By 7:00,

Bare-and-all-alone,

Wishing for-a just one thing:

He’s waiting –

At his phone –

Just wants to be with Honey,

The Girl Of His Dreams,

To kiss and cuddle,

And lick her body –

For her,

His love light streams!

fin. <3

Secret Garden ❤🌼💙

“THE SECRET GARDEN IN WEST TEXAS! ” Wednesday: April 11, 2018

There is a Secret Garden; it’s right here in my heart,

And THERE –

You can do anything; it is a work of ART!

AND THERE IN SECRET GARDEN,

YOU’RE ALWAYS SAFE AND SOUND,

I LOVE OUR SECRET GARDEN –

THE ONE THAT W E HAVE FOUND.

(You-know:)

YOU’RE MY SECRET GARDEN – YOU’RE ALWAYS SO “IN BLOOM,”

In winter, there is IVY,

In summer, “Va-va-voom!”

The Birds there sing and frolic,

They’re loved in every way,

And Butterflies are fluttering, with honey bees all day!

The lilies? They are pressing,

Upwards toward the sky;

And THE-YELLOW-ROSES-OF-TEXAS –

They’ll make you want to cry!

There is a plum tree guarding all,

And baby’s breath near white, and

The-grass-there is so lush and green,

It greets the morning light.

In evening, we have bonfires,

For marshmallows and such,

And – There’s-dancing,

At-Full-Moon-Times;

WE LIKE TO STAY IN TOUCH!! 🙂

fin. <3