The English Garden
In the midst of an English garden,
a few minutes after midnight,
the leaves of the trees
steal the moonlight, igniting my thoughts.
Sitting on a bench, dreaming of love,
imagining kisses that will never be,
feeling arms around me
that leave me cold, and wanting more.
The images of past lovers
standing in the same silent garden,
kissing under the same shade of the stars,
linger in my mind like the notes of a favourite song.
In the midst of an English garden,
a few minutes after midnight,
just me, my thoughts, the moonlight,
past lovers and dreams... and you.
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