A walk in the garden comes at night oh how it can be such a beautiful site As the moon shines low on the roses fair and filters through her golden hair But what is lurking beyond the "gate" A man who knows he'll seal her fate He enters into the garden at night And calms her fear with a touch so light They waltz together down the marble floor And gaze at each other, wanting more But just as the passion begins to bloom Up comes the sun, down falls the moon And so he must leave 'fore the light is high As death will come, she knows not why As they part their ways she turns to say Shall we meet here again, on another day? Turning her face gently to light Meet me, my sweet, in the garden "at night" So the story grows, they will meet again In the garden at night...he knows not when.
Reason for writing:
For the romantic "friend" who keeps a flame burning within me.
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