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Home Is Where Your Garden Grows
Fervently i pursue you-
Down the fertile lanes of your loam-
You passing the litmus test of fragrance-
An oasis of brand new buds, your home...

Purple moss covers your elegant entrance-
Climbing ivy your e'er diligent evergreen-
Lavender hues of an English Garden-
I, so preoccupied, amid my floral dream...

O' what sheer magic you seem to weave-
As i coyly reach out to pick you for mine-
Such a precious gift of bountiful beauty,
And aroma-
A bouquet from gardens of past time...

A more genuine gift, i could n'er hope for-
Your petals, so fertile and so sensually, they flow-
Truth 'tis, i have been loving you for so long now-
So pleased that you're mine and to my delight-
Your love continues to grow...

By Theodora Onken

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