In the Garden of My True Love
- Simon Revere Mouer III
In the garden of my true love
With our daughters playing by
The lyrics of an old song
Blew in storm clouds roiling nigh
Memories of dreams long dead
by betrayal, hate, and lie
Opened all the wounds of old
Caused my bleeding heart to cry
Then her gentle hands caressed me
As she soothed my heaving sigh
And the pain of loss was softened
By the raindrops from my eye
And all again was peaceful
Underneath the clearing sky
In the garden of my true love
With our daughters playing by
~
This is to my third wife, nearly 30 years younger than I. It is the first poem I wrote in nearly 50 years and expresses the gratitude and love I have for her, and her calming influence on my sometimes troubled soul.