He made a garden out of her.
Pulled the weeds from the
cracks of her bones. Parted
the curtains of her soul to allow
the sunshine to pass right
through. Planted tulips and
roses. Dandelions as well.
Watered her gardens with
the water dripping from the
side of his hands. He sits and
smiles as the flowers bloom
and grow. He sits and smiles
as the gardens give colour to
her soul. The vines wrap
themselves so gently around
the cage of her ribs. Morning
dew falls on the petals from
within making the photosynthesis process begin while the sunshine
pours down on them. He made
a garden out of her and that's how their story of love began* ~