poetry

the secret of your garden…

take my hand
and come with me
to a place surrounded by
overgrown weeds
with stones
placed within the ground
although this isn’t a graveyard
it’s my garden of love
and those are not tombstones
but memorials of loves
that came before you
now don’t get jealous darling
for within these gates
they may always have a place
but in this place
you’ll have to decide
if you’re willing to place
the secrets of your garden
within mine
and then we can see
what we can grow
-joshua ryan stewart

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