Poetry Inspired by the Perfume Secret Garden from Aftelier.
I lived a secret garden, Where I could feel liberally. My heart was soft and sweet – Well rounded and strongly. My soul was in full bloom Like a jasmine vine Decorated in an array Of small, delicate flowers.
I was not unlike The beasts of the earth, Who feel purely, innocently Covered from judgement. In my mind and emotions, My soul was strong, well rooted And fragrant-like, Like the Rosewoods of Brazil.
But the seasons changed. Feelings and thoughts Strange to me Immersed my bewildered mind – Muddled me – Restless & uncertain. They left me trying to manage – to dictate – my delicate senses.
But feelings are a garden.
[And all gardens need tending. Feelings grow as they may, But nourish them With good water – Good sun – Good soil – And pray their fruit grows sweetly].