We met in the garden of loneliness,
After crossing the bridge of despair,
We drank from the fountain of hopelessness,
How much torment must our hearts bear?
I love you, but we can't be together,
First I denied it, I fought it, then I wept;
The Book of Life has opened to a page
My heart just cannot accept
Happiness was ours for a moment,
Now the door is closed once again;
I find myself back in the garden,
Where loneliness never ends
Rain down upon me, sweet compassion,
Take pity on this lonely child;
Walk me through the gates of mercy,
Where apathy is growing wild
If I must spend my life in this garden,
Ease the burden so it hurts no more;
Let flowers of contentment grow 'round me,
Place a wreath of peace at my door
Wow Lora, such a sad poem, I felt every word you wrote. I've tried to vote on it but must be doing something wrong, I just love the way your words flow, it's almost hearing you say them. Thank you. Steve.
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A very beautiful poem, Lora. Beautiful but so very sad. I'm sure each word, each line would touch a raw nerve with anyone who has spent some time in that garden.