My Secret GardenA Poem by Velvet MistA place I come to relaxMy Secret Garden is where I like to sit. Where I can feel the softness of Your kiss. Where the streams of Golden sunlight never let me down ~ For the sun continues to persist... Even when it rains ~ You can smell the scent of the flowers... For hours after the sun sets for the night.[/size] In which you may want to sit in my Parlor Where drapes of silk peek out from my window. My French white shutters are opened every day all afternoon. Drink coffee from porcelain white cups and indulge your self in a piece of my rum cake. Take a napkin so you don't get crumbs all over my Cranberry silk chairs. If you wish you may step into my Ivory Tower that looks out over the water ~ Where the banks are covered in sweet clover. Allow your eyes to devour a picture perfect scene from my Terrace from the rarest window of them all. But never from my Secret Garden... For it is a place where few know exists. Where I find total bliss ~ Where I kiss your mouth softly and embrace you~ In sweet gentle love. Rain or shine I feel your love shining through brightly In my Secret Garden. Please No Embedding [color=darkred] © 2008 Velvet MistAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on July 27, 2008 AuthorVelvet MistThree Rivers, MIAboutHi!! To any one that decides to read this~ What can I tell you ~ I am obviosly female, some what fiesty with a fiery personality. I am a Irish lass that loves to giggle and have a somewhat contagi.. more..Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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