Life is too much in need

Of a garden

Called

Love

I have one.

A garden

Growing the devotion

Of the spirit

Bathed in endless twilight

One that produces happy marriages,

Strong families,

Lasting friendships...

I like to house my garden in glass

A bad decision to some

Too easily broken   

To easily breached

Covering my roses in shards of glass.

But each crack,

Each sharp edge make my roses sparkle

Each tendril of frost enveloping my liliacs

preserves their beauty

creating

Perfect Harmony

Harmony, devotion, shelter

A three word song sung at every binding ceremony

Every long-awaited birth

Each a branch on an ever growing tree

That will live forever

Forever

to remind me time and time again

The most beautiful dawn

The most gentle flower

Is love