I Looked into my garden, <br />At the bluebells. <br />And thought of a wood, <br />Far away and long ago. <br />I could never return to (anymore) . <br />Ragged and wise. <br />I never, ever saw your lies. <br />Why is love so unwise? <br />I`ve loved my garden, <br />It`s every new growth and nuance. <br />But never as much as <br />I longed for <br />Your smiling eyes. <br />Once more, <br />Ragged and unwise.<br /><br />Peter Vealey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ragged-and-wise/
