~*~

Tiptoe, ever so softly,
through the garden in my heart.
Crush not my budding dreams
that they might blossom and grow.
Step gently, my love,
bruise not the delicate petals
of this gentle soul.
Plant fertile seeds of kindness
within the walls of my inner sanctum.
Shower them with sweet words of love
and shine your golden rays of sun
upon the fragile flowers growing there.
Sprinkle them with acts of kindness
and behold the beauty that abounds.
Tend this garden, deep in the soul of me,
with tender loving ways,
so that I might reach blue skies
and fly free among the stars.
These rich and vibrant flowers,
that dwell within the garden of my love,
will be forever there for your plucking
~ and consummate loving pleasure...
Nurture them with the essence of you,
and let not the weeds of deception
choke and bind the inner garden
of one who loves you so.

~*~