Among Flowers in the Garden, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Among Flowers in the Garden, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Silent among flowers in the garden,
Playing a game so aptly called Pretend.
Reading it appears, but already done,
To happy thoughts of you I may attend.

You’re here in a bed with many flowers,
Stooping down you are the very first pick.
Soon inside my heart a warm feeling stirs,
There be not any doubt, I am lovesick.

This book I hold, wishing it be your hand,
To walk with you under the summer light.
Your quickest return, if I could command,
It will not be pretend, lonely this night.

The morning will come, I shall make our bed.
Without you, a million tears will I shed.

 

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bobsieczkiewicz

Husband, Father, Grandfather, Lover of all beautiful things. I love to read and write poetry. My favorite hangouts are libraries and museums and yet I love being outdoors. I am a dreamer of things that could be.

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