The Gardener….

Came to me on the wings of a dove
The freedom of my soul’s flight
Was carried on the wind in the bright sunlight

He swept in like a warm summer’s day
Filling my soul with a fragrant bouquet
Of herbs, and spice, and warm comfort joy
His gardener hands he did employ

Cultivating and weeding the corners of my soul
Planting and sowing the seeds watching them grow
Tending with love tending with care
Growing a love that is quite rare

The beauty of each petal on love’s flower
Is given it’s beauty by the gardener’s power
To open his heart and to trust his soul
For he knows deep inside this is what makes him whole

My blooms are colorful and full of hope
Looking at a future in broad scope
Not afraid of rain, snow, or heat
For the love of the gardener makes me complete

I, in turn, want to give my gardener the pleasure
Of rewarding him with the greatest treasure
Of my love all year through
As I set to renew

His spirit, his body, his soul, his mind
His heart, as they come to one another entwined
Each one knowing they need the other to be complete
Their love full and eternally concrete
Misty Jewell 3/1/07

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Hi! My name is Misty and am a true country, Southern girl who likes sweet tea, fishing, and Sunday drives. I am a teacher, a mother, a lover, and friend. I love to cook and try new recipes. I also adore music. It's my main passion, and all genre's of music touch me on some level. I also love art, reading, and writing. My writing is not some made up bullshit. It's very personal to me. So if you want to know me, read my words.

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