WOUNDED HEART, LOST SOUL

Wounded heart healing of heartaches

through promises of real flowers;

Lost soul robbed of hope,

wary of the woman's garden.

Through cold winter mornings

sodden fingers grope in the fog,

And in the garden strive to meet love;

which bitterness turns elusive.

Love nor flowers finding not,

hope of heart's healing dies.

Perpetual grief of hope;

shrouds for a lost soul.