A soft wind
between this curtain
tangled, mangled
vines
A wafting aroma
of perfumed petals
welcomes me
A blissful brook
babbles by
encircling this haven
Covering myself
with a floral blanket
and a clover wreath upon my brow
I whisper
"My love! Where are you?"
I am here
he says
In this beautiful garden
made yet even more beautiful
by this heavenly blossum that
stands before me
clover wreah upon its brow
With a sweeter perfume
than the sweetest scent
This blossum of yourself

04/02/2002

Posted on 04/02/2002
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