Garden Of Love

I long for my prince to come.

My knight in shining armor.

Where could he be, without me.

Is he tall or short, is he dark

haired or blonde, maybe even red

or brown haired.

Someday he will come to me,

together we will be.

We will romp in the Garden of

Love.

We will be so happy, you will see.

If only he would come to me.

So I stroll each day, looking.

Maybe someday I will find him.

For now he lies within my heart.

Making new memories for me.

Filled with love, so much I do

see.

If only he would come to me.

Written By:

                       Donna Le

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