The past shall
Eventually
Go to sleep

All the demons
That we keep

Put to rest
Forevermore

One big stain
On Heaven's Door

When I was just a little girl
I wanted so much for my life
to resemble a beautiful secret garden,

I'm aware that this may sound
crazy and bizzare - if it does,
then please do beg my pardon.

A secret garden in the woods
with such beauty hidden deep within,

Full of secret pathways and passages
that only special people would know about,
fitted with padlocked gates - so not to let
any bad people in.

Pretty little flowers
in vivid colours
that please the heart and soul -
seen through the eyes of everyone,

Butterflies dancing above pristine hills -
with hedges making mazes;
for a touch of fun.

Crimson tree-tops and rose bushes
in every beautiful colour
ever created,

A place that is so unique - from it,
no soul could stand to be seperated.

Ineffable in its beauty,
like a magnet souls are attracted,

This secret garden,
like a heavenly day dream,
in a daze -
from it, you cannot be distracted.

Whether there was a blue sky,
or dark clouds, as a daily rooftop,

Love and happiness
would be nonstop.

A place where loved ones
always felt safe and secure,

Never wanting to find
the secret garden's door.

They'd always be free
to be themselves,

A wish
That we all have for ourselves.

When I was just a little girl
I wanted so much for my life
to resemble a beautiful secret garden,

Now I'm all grown up,
and still trying
to bring this aspiration to life;
this vision, is one,
I am never, ever discarding,

I really still want my life
to be just like a beautiful secret garden,

And if this sounds crazy or bizzare...
then, please do beg my pardon!

By Lady R.F ©2017

Scarlet rose
-sunset star upon my castle terrace!
                         that ascending elegance
that you possess,
speaks of your vestal innocence...
                                            where surely words miscarry.
So saintly your complexion gleams from ev'ry
                                facet, such as precious gems do shine
with a master craftsman's arresting artistry;
                        and your incense carries as sweet divine,
as the first days of our present history.

T'was so long ago that I did pick'dst ye
                          from the wild rose fields, for your bounty,
grace, and absence of the ******
that cause the
                       wound which takes
precious moments to be
fixed
-but a breach that Time knows heals.
                 You do for that absence sacrifice such a defense
that protects, and from this does so splendidly come
                  promise; but I solemnly do promise to defend ye,
and solely for your sake: I shall not your safety compromise
                                                      ­          -I shall not thee forsake.

Don’t cry my love
I know that it hurts
Just a little bit longer, I promise it’ll be okay

Remember the times, just months ago when you had never thought so much happiness was possible?

It will come back
The happiness always comes back

And when it returns you’ll say “hey there, old friend. It’s so nice of you to show up here again.”
Then you’ll smile and you’ll laugh and you might even cry
Because absence makes the heart grow fonder
And fonder it shall grow

For next time it leaves, remember these words
Read them over and over until your love returns