Its bitter thorns amongst sweet roses of joy
Is a perfect place to meet for a young girl and a hopeful lad
A place to remind them of solemn vows exchanged
“Till death do us apart, may our hearts be chained forever”
That occurred last summer when the horizon was cloudless
And flowers were blossoming
Then winter came with its threats and a lot of drama wrapped in coldness
Autumn so dry, bragged with dry leaves of hopelessness
Gentle drops of tears flowed down the small rivulets in my eyes
As I page through memories this garden witnessed
My heart compressed its constant bleeding and sorrowful weeping
As I try to forget that my garden is a fountain of seasoned love