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Jul 2016
When I was a small boy,
I felt sadness, lacked joy.
Life led me oft astray
Without direction, I
Was led off and away.

'Til one day, I came to
Find a strange place, full of
Greenery, with which view
Did I examine deep
My heart swooned, my mind 'thused
All was so full of love

The red roses, in bloom eternal
The tulips, bright and universal
The grand grass, viridian shining.
All the while, my heart came to pining.
Such beauty on Earth has yet repeat'd

Longer I stayed,  and more blithe
Did my longing heart become.
Soon, I gave in, those feelings
Did overrun my fool mind.

As I sang sweet hymns,
And drank the good wine
That tasted so fine.
I laughed, and I pranced,
I smiled and I danced
In The Garden of Love

Life was good, and my soul did bloom
With the warmth of my Garden of Love.
Through the years, many visits were made,
And much joy had, and real love was found
I found a world, where no dark did loom.

'Till one day, many years later.
I trekked the path above
to my wondrous Garden of Love.
The place that did to me cater.

But when, at last, I arrived
My eyes were shocked to see
An awful sight, most evilly contrived.
There was nothing, not at all!
At once, all joy I had ceased to be.
I screamed, but none answered my call.

The Garden of Love was empty.
No roses, no tulips in assembly.
No lovely bushes or shrubbery
Were there to guide or guard.
I was alone, my soul scarred.

Hours long did I stand in wonder,
Many thoughts my mind did ponder.
Where had my grand Garden gone
With its warmth and its undying love?
Why had it left me to suffer on and on?

Eventually, my mind stopped its wonder.
The truth grew clear, my heart renewed.
The Garden of Love never was,
And will never be. All that I thought
Was there, was but a mirage.
A facade my soul furthered
To give my mind a source of comfort.

Though I cried and cried at
This disheartening revelation.
When my tears ceased, the truth was clear
With time, I would grow for the better.

There was a Garden of Love, nobler within,
That would guide me to a new life, happier still!
Written by
Christopher Ross Howie  North Carolina
(North Carolina)   
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