Gardening

She speaks to my soul

She sooths my storm

Turns my walls to dust, my heart to a garden

And as she tends my garden, it grows.

With each gentle caress, giggle, feel of her lips

My garden grows

In the warm light of her love, time slows

Still my garden grows

Her eyes, her voice, they plant the seeds

Her lips, her heat water and feed

Trees tall as mountains, grasses ever green

For her, it flourishes. The garden in me

I forget the years before we met

Though they once seemed like an eternity

The struggles, torment, the stress leave

Tears, sweat and blood give way to peace

The anger fades to bliss, gently rustling in trees

Like leaves in the garden that grows in me

Know if you approach, to tread carefully

She is beyond sacred, she’s my destiny

I will defend my love, absolutely

A lover in a garden, I am not

But a warrior in love, that is me.