The Garden of Love

So beautiful it seemed, so colorful and bright.
So enchanting the garden, everything was so right.
Everything was so happy, and rarely was there gloom,
Spring, summer or winter, the flowers would bloom.

As a gardener, every bud I would tender,
Day or night my best service I�d render.
And each bud would smile with love so true,
For I was the gardener and the garden was you.

Terrible one night, a storm hit the shore!
Lightning did flash, thunder did roar,
While I was in dreams, with eyes closed tight,
My garden got struck, in the fury of the night.

My opened eyelids saw on ocean of snow,
Where did I go wrong, little did I know?
Years of companionship suddenly vanished.
First time in life, I felt forever banished.

Panic stricken I was, my nerves did rattle,
For I knew I was fighting a loosing battle.
Chills ran down my spine, sweat flooded my brow,
I lost my life, and every moment the pain would grow.

Every moment a nightmare it did seem,
Shivered did I, at every small light beam.
The garden was I, and I was the garden,
Separation from her, a life long painful burden.

Little did I then realize, the storm wasn�t sudden.
The winds were gusty; the soil went barren,
Dew drops everywhere, fog was always there,
The realization was sudden, pain I could not bear.

Times have passed; the snow is not so thick.
Hope now exists, the light from a tiny wick.
The buds are broken, but the stems have life,
Hatred has gone away, and slowly is strife.

I cannot attach back the buds I did crush,
When panicked I was, when the wound was fresh.
But as a spring, I can make life rise again,
The snow will melt, with the love of this swain.

I cannot shoo the nightmares I had caused away,
Nor the sleepless nights, nor the pain filled day.
But with time, I can turn every moment into bliss,
Bring back the good times for months we did miss.

The garden and the gardener, have a purpose together,
A union divine, love so pure that never would wither.

PS: The Garden and the gardener gain identity with each other, otherwise having different identities. Independence is important in life, but even more important is interdependance, something that makes a life of a person complete, when he finds someone that he can depend upon always.