Our Garden

Our Garden

I follow you into the garden,

our garden,

and watch you pick the best blooms,

for today is a special day,

it is my birthday…

I am forty-one

but I left you when I was twenty-five,

and throughout the years

I have seen your tears

water this enchanting space.

But who waters your heart?

Know that when the petals fall

it is my thank you,

a sign that I still

worship you, love you;

still my favourite flower,

in our garden.

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