The Garden of Eden

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    The Garden of Eden

    Someone has been here a long time before me
    I know they have
    Wish I could know them
    I would ask if they would do it again

    Lay me down in a bed of daisy's
    Because roses always die too soon
    I want to bloom just like a flower
    I want to choose the hour
    When the sun shines on me
    I want to be thirsty for the rain
    I want a love without pain

    Living in the Garden of Eden
    I wonder what she was needing?

    City woman, country girl
    Religious that is for sure
    A woman just like her
    Living in the Garden of Eden
    Sometimes it feels like
    History is repeating itself

    Marigolds, tulips, lillies in the field
    Life is such a battlefield
    It's so hard to yield
    So lay me down in pink carnations
    I'm one of God's creations

    Let me dream
    It's who I am
    Never want to lay down in them
    Cause roses always die too soon

    Living in the Garden of Eden
    I can hear the words he was feeding her
    The first woman to be deceived
    It's him she believed

    Banned from the Garden of Eden
    Her heart was bleeding

    Dandelions disguised just like a flower
    She chose the hour
    of her doom
    Roses always die too soon

    Morning glories and wedding bells
    Love always has a story to tell
    Like an angel that fell
    I know it well

    Baby's breath and cacktails
    What if love fails
    Roses always die too soon
    Which is greater?
    The sun or the moon?

    Roses are red like a heart that's bleeding
    I wonder what she was needing
    When she lived in the Garden of Eden

    Flowers don't have a free will
    So let me be a daffodil
    Plant me on your window sill
    Give me water when I need to drink
    Acknowledge me when I'm dressed in pink

    Don't ever think
    That my love does not need you to grow
    I will always need you to show
    Your love for me

    I don't know which is greater, the sun or the moon?
    Cause roses always die too soon
    So lets bathe in the sun
    Let's always be one

    Don't promise me roses
    Causes roses always die too soon
    So let's just make love under the moon
    And when the sun comes up to shine
    Promise me . . you will always be mine

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    spbsdude commented on The Garden of Eden

    08-15-2009

    A lovely poem with a lot of nice imagery. I enjoyed it.

    countrypoet commented on The Garden of Eden

    12-15-2008

    Beautiful poem,wonderfully done.

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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