Give Me Thyself
Give me the roots
I'll build the tree
Give me the weather
I'll shoot out the branches and leaves
Give me the buds
I'll make bloom there the petals
Give me the south breeze
I'll spread the fragrance
Give me the whole canvas
I'll nurture for you the garden
O darling give me thyself too close
I'll offer that as Eden garden
Where you and I will be an eternal being of love
So alike that none can live the garden's above
March 21, 2023
A Simple Poetry Contest Poetry Contest
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