At the garden of time...

These lines are built on regret, forged by memories that I will not forget.

This was when I was young and a fool, though I thought I was cool…..

I once lived in a garden with beautiful flowers of every color, shape and kind

With their looks they captured my mind….

Immaturity clouded my sight,

and made day look like night…

Back then the roses were all gorgeous and red,

They would have been amazing in my bed….

The tulips were cute and tender,

For hours my imagination they did render…..

I searched for a companion that would sit next to my heart,

To glue me up if I were ever torn apart…

Then I saw a fat bulb near the side ,

It looked plain and boring,

and I did not realize what was inside…

The time had come for me to choose….

They all begged to be chosen,

But by temporary beauty my heart was frozen….

Just for the looks I picked the rose,

For its fragrance tickled my nose,

It was fun and pretty all night long,

We laughed together and even sang a song…..

But then over time I grew,

My thoughts were set right,

The day had come and I was hit by the light…

The rose had now faded and its love had gone…

I was left with just the thorn…

But the bulb in the side had blossomed at sun rise,

It had grown in beauty and size…

The lotus was noble and true,

It was as pure as the morning dew.

For only if I had looked into her a bit deeper...

I rushed back to her ,but was too late

She had found another to love,

And now she’s far away like the skies above…