Pulling me in so are the sunflowers of gold
Care must've been taken in planting them just so
Don't let me know your secret, I like the awe
I've only got minutes to walk around
Tantalizing my senses are the chrysanthemum
Very white in contrast to green limbs
That entwine and hold a bleeding heart just so
Maybe a few years is more needed
Garden's caretaker you know the needs of bees
And how to make a garden grow
How does the mind not know?
That of which we grow fonder
The pussy willows you've mended and touched
With such tenderness and love
Make me melt with remembrance
Of how two people felt a long time ago
However, he needed more to fill his soul
Or, maybe he had it all along
In the colors of the vibrant magnolia
That lay at his feet with pleading, such needing
He watered in defeat
Garden's caretaker you know the needs of bees
And how to make a garden grow
How does the mind not know?
That of which we grow fonder
I love the idea you've used, and the imagery, some great feelings, but I think you need to consider the form a bit more. It flows better half way through.
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