The Garden

Shall I wait for you in spring
When the buds are on the trees,
When surrounding forests ring
With the songs that robins sing.

You will come like summer’s breeze,
Floral odors in the air
Discerning senses not displeased
By your subtle charms released.

Dressed in white a maiden fair
On your lips a cheerful song
Purple flowers in your hair
Snow-white shoulders soft and bare.

You will come before too long,
In the garden, short my wait,
Patience makes the heart grow strong
Whispered prayers cannot do wrong.

Kind and cruel as such is fate
That we meet in fantasy,
Nonetheless I shan’t be late,
I’ll unlock the garden gate.

You will join me for some tea
In the garden’s shady cool
Promise me eternally
That our love will always be.

We will walk beside the pool
View reflections in its glass,
How could but a lonely fool
Capture such a precious jewel!

Sweet day dreams the time will pass
By the cool crystal pond,
In my arms I’ll never clasp
Such an airy angel lass.

Of this reverie I am fond
And with patient love I’ll wait,
To you does my heart belong
‘Till my very soul is gone.

Kind and cruel as such is fate
That we meet in fantasy,
Nonetheless I shan’t be late,
I’ll unlock the garden gate.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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