The Gardener

by Brian Mine - Aquarius

The best gardener in the world was destined from the day of his birth
To find the very best flower garden on the face of the Earth.
His search took him to places both near and far,
And he found some gardens that were beautiful, and some that were bizarre.
There were many whose entrances had amazing colors of pink, purple, and red
But when he walked inside, all the flowers were either withered or dead.
Others would look nice both inside and out, but then a storm would arrive,
And during the wind and the rain, he saw that the flowers were no longer alive.
There were some that could have been terrific, but had not been given proper care,
And this man became frustrated, thinking he would not find this garden that was so rare.
Until one day when he was taking a walk, suddenly a bright smile appeared on his face.
He had come to a garden that received light from heaven and showers of God's grace.
As he observed the colors on the outside, he was hoping that he had found his fate.
He saw flowers he had not known existed, and he was floored when he opened the gate.
He simply stood there, trying to hold onto the best thing that had happened in his life yet,
And as he walked inside the garden, he felt as if he was standing within a perfect sunset.
In this story, that searching gardener is I, and the perfect garden he finds is you.
And I can say for sure that he will not leave until you ask him to.
But if you want him to go, your request he will hear, and I hope you do not mind
That as the gate closes and his footsteps disappear, that he has left his heart behind.

Reason for writing:

    I am 18 and after a careful search lasting over two years, I ran into the most amazing girl in the world. As of this moment, she has not given me a direct answer to my plea, but my heart will always be with her, despite what her answer may be.    

Birth sign: Aquarius
Date created: 2001-02-24 23:25:42
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:43:40
Poem ID: 60591

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