Gates part 1
From the gates of the garden
Life's hardened hardships
seem harmless to the common admirer
But for deeper understanding
I kneel at where she's planted
And quietly express how I admire her
Planted in a bottle
Wine maybe Vodka
She believes I am no parasite
Hours we talk more
Silent our words pour
Into the hours of the night
The Morning after:
Light from the sun awakens me
Now waiting ever so patiently
For a sign that the previous night was real.
An hour passes and I sigh in acceptance
Oh the joy she emitted was surely infectious!
I get up and begin to head for the fields.
But as soon as I make it right to the gate
A call from behind causes me to hesitate
I'm ecstatic to know she wants to continue to converse
As for the first couple weeks
Those Days and night we'd meet
Would make it harder to resist her
