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The Garden of Love
Contributed by
girish
on
Friday, 2nd March 2007 @ 08:52:50 AM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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I walked along the shores of the bank Where I saw love that laid itself sleeping I could hear from the rushes dank A voice, weeping, weeping
Then I went to the forest that was wild I saw the thistles and thorns of waste Here I heard the voice of those beguiled Being driven and compelled to the chaste
Next I went to the Garden of Love A sight! That I had never seen An angel who stood in the low Where I used to stroll on the green
And the eyes of the angel were shut If it will open, so my heart`s door My heart is filled with love in glut Where so many sweet flowers bore
I again turned to the Garden of Love Where each grass seemed a flower to me And my lady started walking now Approaching me, she smiled with glee!
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girish
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2007-03-02 08:52:50] (Date/Time posted on
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