The Garden of Love
Love is like a beautiful flower
That we both have to water
It is the rarest of all flowers
Tucked away safely
In the most sacred of all vessels
The heart
But beware of the serpent in the rainbow
Who lives in the shadow of all gardens
Filled with treacherous trickery
Danger has suddenly surfaced
In the eyes of the lonely one
Lurking only to rip the flower of love
From the ground by its roots
But puzzled to find it has bloomed
Liked a beanstalk guarded by one thousand scarecrows
Who will pay with their life to protect what is sacred
In the garden of love
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