My Secret Garden is where I like to sit.
Where I can feel the softness of Your kiss.
Where the streams of Golden sunlight never
let me down ~ For the sun continues to persist...
Even when it rains ~ You can smell the scent
of the flowers... For hours after the sun sets
for the night.
In which you may want to sit in my Parlor
Where drapes of silk peek out from my window.
My French white shutters are opened
every day all afternoon. Drink coffee
from porcelain white cups and indulge your
self in a piece of my rum cake. Take a
napkin so you don't get crumbs all over
my Cranberry silk chairs.
If you wish you may step into my Ivory Tower
that looks out over the water ~ Where the
banks are covered in sweet clover.
Allow your eyes to devour
a picture perfect scene from my Terrace
from the rarest window of them all.
But never from my Secret Garden...
For it is a place where few know exists.
Where I find total bliss ~ Where I kiss
your mouth softly and embrace you~
In sweet gentle love. Rain or shine
I feel your love shining through brightly
In my Secret Garden.
