When I slip away to the garden
Imagination begins to bloom,
Caressed by the gentle breeze
The essence of a sweet perfume.

O that I could stay here forever
Visions and dreams of creative art,
Dancing with you in garden's midst
Passion ignites within our hearts.

Like the dew upon an Irish rose
Your essence clings to me,
Beauty of dormant deep rises
And I'm dancing in eternity!

O that I could stay here forever
for I never tire of loving you at all,
Raptured within your breath of heaven,
A rose, buds and blooms upon your call.

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Bobbi Barnes