Veiled Blossoms of the Inner Grove

I let you into my garden

I even let you plant some seeds

But right when I grow real emotions

You just up and leave

Now my garden feels abandoned

Used then thrown away

Yet it can’t help but keep its gates open

Waiting for your return someday

Will you come back next week?

Or maybe even this coming June?

Some flowers have been whispering your name

Does that mean you’ll be here soon?

Wait is that you knocking now?

No, it’s someone new

Their eyes are different, warm and kind

Their smile is bright and true

They don’t try to come inside

But begin to water around my gate

Until beautiful trees surround my precious garden

Stars shining through their canopy as it gets late

“Do you want to come inside?” I ask them

But they gently shake their head

“I want to find my way into your heart

Before your flowerbed.”