The Garden of You

I step into the garden of you;

The pond like your blue eyes,

Captivating. Caring. Yours.

I see my reflection, just as your 

Beautiful, blue eyes reflect your emotions.

I step into the garden of you;

Messy, tangled vines like your hair,

They hide the beauty within, like a 

Secret garden that no one has the key to but

Me.

I step into the garden of you;

Buzzes and chirps like your voice,

Cockatoos sing, you sing. Kookaburras laugh, you don't. 

I miss the pitches of your voice that dance as you giggle.

I miss it. I miss you.

I step into the garden of you;

The bark on the tress like your skin,

Rough, intricate, a map of your body.

I step out of the garden of you,

And into the world without you.