Thinking promises, leaving glances unsure that clouds are blue, through the thickness of forest green with misty fields, filling each thought with a smile, a soft kiss from my angel, flying through the purple-covered violets so beautiful, touching across my mind, in perfect Time.

Lingering along with glasses so rosy, they brought many days of pleasant dreams thrilling, I hang on, with happiness, my reality.

Thinking promises, watching roses die I see clouds over the swaying trees, days filled with angels, of Mother Earth, and her sweet creations.

A moment, a calm breeze whispers by, reminding me of when oceans were bluish-green and his eyes staring past mine, in glowing wonder, now they pass so softly across the mind touching heart, with peace dreaming in comfort, hearing beats of my heart, in a rose garden that'll remain wondrous forever.

Caressing tightly life's treasures, growing sensationally happy, thoughts playing tunes echoing across the valley, touching down one more time before darkness appears with memories golden, bringing me my garden of love, promises, to be found in this adventure of growth, our garden flourishes, deeply found only in the soul.

((Our Rose Garden Sleeps Softly In Our Own Soul))

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