My lover has been growing (me) a garden…

My lover has been growing (me) a garden…

The seeds carefully nurtured from birth to life.

days may be spent feasting upon its majesty,

and even well into the night

An array of delights, each row growing more ripe

a display that softens the very edges

where the heart began to harden.

My sweetness has planted a garden

all while I was asleep in His soft bed

A small seed which first sprouted

from the center of the head.

As it blooms, its growth abounds to fill

every single corner

A landscape bursting with blues and reds and greens

which pales in comparison to its former

and all the in-betweens.

Awoken to a splendor

which seems tailored to Our taste

I’ve learned it is only a friend of God

which One may accompany to This place.

Before the door even opens

I am kissed in the Heart by the sweetness

of my loves face.

My beloved and I

We tend the garden,

which knows not of lying in wait

The entrance continually springs forth

As time, In form, As space.

The fragrance long holds Us

in Its loving grace.