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Susan K. Rowse

Love's Garden

Today is the spring of our love
The first of many gardens
The day of all dewdrops in the morn
The passions that swell and then harden

Today is the real of romance
The music of hearts singing low
The epiphany of everyday chance
With hearts all tied in love's bow

Today is the bloom of a rose
Magenta with laces of white
The pistil of yellow aglow
A hummingbird taking to flight

Its washes of sunlight so pure
That it bleaches the ugly from earth
Its love giving life a great glow
Kisses that give love its birth

The breath of a bird on the wing
Flutters of mandolin strings
Whispers of passion in song
Its love and Its where we belong

The spring of our love is in bloom
It slides on a rainbow festooned
It plays upon hearts lovely strings
Art cultured in love for this spring

It comes with a whispered love song
It hugs at our limbs and is strong
It lies in a field of bright daisies
Its drunk and in love and all lazy

It watching and catching the clouds
Its soft and then its out loud
Its fuzzy and sometimes all pink
Its fuchias of passion I think

Its palettes all dappled in oils
Almond and jasmine in voiles
Its aromas with colorful flowers
Its love and its spring and its ours.