Garden of Love
(Mostly anapestic tetrameter)
I was lost as the night wrapped its ebony shades
round your lips like the petals on roses unfurled;
in the dark, the soft crimson of welcoming smile
left me hopeless to shun a temptation like this.
In the air like the scent of a fresh blooming rose,
drifts the musk - like a bee to the pollen I'm drawn,
so in willing surrender, I happily fell,
though aware of the thorns and the danger they posed.
What sweet peril, they bade me, I could not resist,
so I reached for your love and I bled and I cried
as I danced through the stems of your past and your life
and was freed from my own hidden garden of pain.
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