Remembering

Her heart was a secret garden

And the walls were very high

So it was said in something I read

In a time so long gone by

She loved flowers and midnight stars

In moments of mourning alone

No one could know her endless woe

Of losing the love she had known

 

She never answered a single message

So I sent prayers and every thought

Hoping she’d see what she meant to me

But it finally was all for naught

Her heart was a secret garden

And the walls were very high

But flowers soon wilt and everything built

Except love collapses and dies

Reviews

[Frieda P]

I see you haven't lost your knack at all for poetry Doc...this is lovely as ever. We build those walls from pieces of a broken heart. Your magic garden is affecting, love this!

[DrD]

You're a doll, Freida. Thanks for the visit.

[Ravyne Hawke]

This is a splendid poem, David! I love the metaphor of her heart being a secret garden and the ending with her garden dying because she denied herself love. That speaks such truth and wisdom. Love this!

Good to see you posting again =)

[DrD]

Ah Lori, we've been apart too long. I'm home now and hope to be active. How are you, dear?

[Ravyne Hawke]

I am so so, David.. my health is iffy these days.. but I am sure glad to see you back =)

[Tim Piotrowicz]

oh geez. the end made me shiver. this poem seems so well planned out! you must have some solid inspiration for this one? these facts dont lessen the deep emotion flowing through the lines in this poem and it is indeed another writing well done.

[DrD]

Thank you for Reading and I hope you'll check some of my earlier Works. I will be doing the same with yours.

[Tim Piotrowicz]

nice! will do.