Fruit of the Garden...

The heart knows what the mind doesn't,
as the soul nods in agreement
Love is pure, there is no cure
but it dies alone on the vine
One must tend this garden
if it is to bear fruit,
your light must shine
for there lies the proof
that love grows even in adversity
Love is pulling yourself close to me
on the days when i'm too blind to see
that, truly, love will find away,
if not today, then tomorrow
Love outlasts death,
love eases sorrow
If you must, then beg and borrow
to keep your love alive...
          03-03-10