Gardens of the Heart
That tender gaze from cross the room,
The reaching out of hand so warm,
A phone call in the afternoon,
For comfort midst imagined storm.
Such trivial seeds when sown apart,
Beneath the surface soon mature
To cherished gardens of the heart
Where true loves flourish and endure.
Warren Dickman
Copyright ©2000 Warren Dickman
Copyright © Warren Dickman | Year Posted 2015
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