Saturday, March 5, 2011

Garden...Puente Style

Mary, Mary quite contrary

I need you with something very

Much like a longing to possess

The secret of your happiness

In my garden you will stay

For only there with you may I lay

~Where night will never turn to day~

Here only in captivity you remain

I find it is not ropes but chains

That bounds my soul to you

For you have gained the coup

The butterflies that now do come

Carry tales of how I was undone

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