One day, out of the blue, <br />I saw, something in you. <br />I was bewitched and beguiled; <br />you were a wonderful child. <br /> <br />One day, into my world, <br />you came, an innocent girl. <br />You made my reasoning whirl. <br />You made the seasons unfurl; <br />petals now open, will slowly uncurl, <br />when walking the gardens of love. <br /> <br />When walking the gardens <br />of bliss and idyll, <br />Look out for the stalking <br />wolf on the kill. <br />All hard charm and manners, <br />his liquid eye spills <br />on the flesh and cheap glamour, <br />of plush working girls. <br /> <br />One day, old became new, <br />I saw, something in you. <br />Some half-remembered truth; <br />the lost dreams of my youth. <br /> <br />When walking the gardens <br />of bliss and idyll. <br />go lightly on footsteps <br />not pack march or drill. <br />Keep talking in whispers <br />with voice not too shrill; <br />and beware the beg pardons <br />of the gold-digger's shill. <br /> <br />One day, out from the cold, <br />you came: a porcelain doll; <br />lacquered with magic - a fine tragic soul, <br />a rich china piece that I devoured whole; <br />I was trapped in your tangent beyond my control, <br />walking the gardens of love. <br />Walking the gardens of love.<br /><br />David SmithWhite<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-the-gardens-of-love/
