Silent, dark and cold I am <br />To the outside that knows not <br />The glow within my shell <br />Trembling with a secret <br />And the immortal self, <br />My interior self... <br /> <br />I spill over sometimes <br />Or leave gate ajar <br />And feel you peeping in <br />To my world-less garden <br />Where I keep my flowers <br />In vast array and alive... <br /> <br />I water them far and wide <br />As often as I like, <br />The smell and feel of them <br />Refresh my heart and mind <br />With joy and pleasure <br />That 's always genuine... <br /> <br />Here lives the beating heart, <br />Scented with emotion <br />That breathes the freshest air <br />With tender persuasion, <br />The flowers bloom most fair, <br />Peacefully and delicately... <br /> <br />Everything seemed to be <br />Magically arranged, <br />The flowers enjoying <br />The refreshing dew <br />And the bright day <br />Making itself be felt <br />But something is missing: <br />The smile and presence of you <br />To make the whole day <br />Complete and pleasing! <br /> <br /> <br />©All Rights Reserved-2012<br /><br />Romeo Della Valle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-garden-18/
