The door to my heart
had been locked for so long
I did not let anyone in
I was not that strong
The path of my soul
overgrown year by year
Lines of withering weeds
representing my fear
My garden was fading
My buds did not bloom
No flowers could grow
in my dark and poor room
In this garden I wandered
lost deep within my heart
I did not dare to love
I set my feelings apart
I did not see an ending
Neither a beginning, nor a start
Then I met you, Love
The Master of sensuous Art
I was an unpainted canvas
Uncoloured, without any glow
You painted me with love
You let your colours flow
I am forever grateful
Till my very last day
That you guided me back
That you showed me the way
Today, my garden is full of
luxuriance and fragrant greenery
And your painting...
the most beautiful scenery
The buds are blooming
No weeds along the line
I am so very happy, Love
That your inspiring path
crossed mine.
