Your love is my garden
I go there and stop time.
Where I can walk and
Smell your fragrances.

Touch a rose across
My face, feel it’s soft
Petals caressing my skin--Oops!
As I looked to see,
It’s your lips pressed against mine.

Lay myself down on your sweet
Green grass, feeling the sunshine
Warming my body--Oops!
When I turned to see,
It’s your body over mine.

I feel your stream washing
Over me, through me, filling me
Up with all of your essence--Oops!
When I came to my sense,
It was you that filled me
With your vehemence.

Your love is my garden
I go there and stop time
To walk and smell your
Fragrances; enticing my senses--
Awakened to your caresses.

**Creative Writings - Reina J. Morris