Love like a Garden

A love poem for the one related to mint

By Lane BurnsPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

Our love is like a garden,

Filled with different lovely hues.

It’s ever changing with the seasons,

Both familiar and new.

It fills with blooms and blossoms in spring.

Needs water and tending under the sun.

Reaps harvests small and large.

And falls asleep in winter….

until it grows again.

I am a Poet and an inspiring short story, one day novel writer.

I like to write in free verse mostly, but am heavily inspired by Emily Dickenson, and tend to create my own rules and ideas as well.

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