" A Watered Garden "

Hopes and dreams reduced to dust ~ strewn, nomadic spore...
orphaned spawn of shattered trust and hope that is no more.
Seed of what was meant to be but died upon the vine...
remnants of the part of me in bloom when love was mine.

Borne upon the wings of time and scattered to the winds,
may each in hearts apart from mine find fertile soil again.
Drinking deep from waters pure instead of bitter tears...
rooted well, therein secure, sustained by passing years.

In each heart a seed implants, may the soil be tilled ~
may its flower of romance therein a life fulfill.
Let the fruit that from its bloom is brought forth in due course ~
ripen full with passing time and suffer not remorse.

And as the colors of life's dawn give way unto the night,
forever may its bloom live on wherever it finds light...
in earthly lives that here remain when I have journeyed on ~
by your garden's love sustained, inspired to soldier on.

"For love to bloom there, one must keep a watered garden... even if it be with tears"

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