On a sunny day, with a clear
and untainted sky, you were
there.
I was lost and couldn’t find
my way back home.
I’ve always been living in a
perpetual dome until you
came.
With a gentle gaze and a hand
held out, you said, “Dear lass,
come back with me to the
lovely Garden Path.”
You, the guy with a heart, made
of gold led this ebony dove
back home.
Back to the garden path where
the flowers speak and nourish
our souls.
The garden path is where true
love dwells.
And my eyes swell with tears.
Date: 12/05/23
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