The Garden
I have an enchanted garden.In which I reap and sow,
Exotic fruit of different sizes in every different row.
In my garden I have an old wooden box,
And inside of it lies all my precious rocks.
They are the gems of my life,
Every triumph and every strife.
Deep inside this cedar chest,
Is a triumph greater than the rest.
It is very special too,
That triumph was meeting you.
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