There are no roses in this garden blooming, <br />Their stalks have all withered and died; <br />They died the day that you left me, <br />and the feelings I had deep inside. <br /> <br />There are no flowers in this garden growing, <br />They're dead from lack of concern; <br />Your gone and there's nothing between us, <br />and I've literally no place to turn. <br /> <br />There are no roses in this garden blooming, <br />Their fragrance has all passed away; <br />Their beauty is no longer present, <br />You took it with you that day. <br /> <br />When the garden is not tended, it dies, <br />And the plants, not noticed, fade from view; <br />You'd never suspect that a garden was here, <br />It once was green and glowing; <br />Now it's color's blue.<br /><br />david lessard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-roses-blooming/
