The Secret Garden
Her Heart was a secret garden
And the walls were very high
Exotic Flowers decorated well-guarded gates
Inviting and enticing onlookers
But with the friendly brush of foreign fingers came a sharp and shocked withdrawal
Strangers usually don’t notice thorns
They’re naïve and susceptible
Fooled by a beautifully superficial appearance
Not concerned with inward grace
The secret garden wasn’t meant to be explored by those not chosen and willing
An advice to those attentive enough listen
Don’t touch what’s not yours
There is one to whom this garden belongs
He has purchased it at the highest cost
His hands secured the locks
His words breathed life into dead dry dust
His feet now walk on the tender ground
He alone has access to what’s not easily found
He’s jealous for her with a consuming kind of love
How she delights in hearing his sweetly gentle voice
She looks to him for help and he alone can save her
She clings to him desperately as if holding on for her life
She withholds no secrets from him
She longs to love him more than ever before
She smiles when he speaks, laughs when he’s near, and runs when he’s far
She blows graceful kisses to him and holds his hand as they walk
And if you look close enough inside this secret garden
You can often see them dancing among marigolds and morning glories
And hills of soft grasses surrounded by forests of evergreen hiding wondrous dance floors
Where rays of luminous light reaches the farthest corner
You may spot them hand in hand walking, running, laughing, talking in the garden she calls a mess and
He calls his beautiful mess
She often says she doesn’t know how to love
He usually responds “for someone that doesn’t know how to love, you really know how to steal my heart”
She says she wants to be pure
He says he’ll escort her out of there in white
She is his beloved
He is the lover of her soul
And he’ll stay in this secret garden as long as it takes to prepare her for their wedding
And then they will be together forevermore
In a faraway garden where royalty belongs