She lives in the gardens of my mind
Beautifully existing all the time
She radiates within, so powerful to me
Oh how I wish this could always be

But love is buried within the soil
Where my hands frequently toil
Inspirational roots, I rarely say
I know its best kept that way

Still I see her lovely face
And hear her voice, gentle with grace
Often she laughs, quite out loud
Reverberates the gardens, up to the clouds

Her compassion so deep
It moves my soul
Here is my garden
In a clear bowl

What the sunlight might find
In the gardens of the mind

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