The Garden blossoms well, my dear, <br />As there you wait for me <br />But do not think to take my soul <br />I will not bow to thee <br /> <br />And I will sit beyond, my dear, <br />(The Dark Moon high above) <br />One hundred buds each day shall die <br />Before I give my love <br /> <br />This flower to your call won`t bend <br />Nor will I lie beneath <br />For from the earth, as you, I came <br />I`ll bear no bridal wreath <br /> <br />The Garden blossoms well, my dear, <br />The mirror calleth me <br />The Other World shall be my home <br />Throughout eternity <br /> <br /> <br />(For readers who may not be familiar with the story of Lilith, may <br />I suggest that you research it on the internet - this will clarify the <br />meaning of this poem) - Val D<br /><br />Valerie Dohren<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lilith-12/
