A Garden Of Love

As the above sun is melting

Beads of sweat dripping upon a pavement of flowers and grass

My heart is in the garden of green

Ankeling my heart’s bare, adorable feet

The morning mist is as fresh as seasoning food

The soft night’s dew on petals feels so good

Covers cardiac fingers, toes and clothes

My heart is in the garden of love

A heart adding appetite to the morning wind

Commanding plants to bow in its throbbing, sweet, singing

The wind forcing wire hair to dance

Whilst its immaculate hands plough the land

And for a moment my heart murders its toil

To wipe the dirt particles off its garments

To wipe the beads of silver sweat onto the soil

And then bends like an arch nursing the ground, your heart