Find me down the garden path

In that sun lit dress I wear

Find me down the garden path

Oh how many flowers in my hair

Find me down the garden path

Where we met that sunny day

Find me down the garden path

For in that meadows where we lay

Find me down the garden path

Where I hope we will marry

Find me down the garden path

Where I hope that we may burry...

To what do I owe the pleasure of time?

Now that I do not know what is mine.

Outside amongst the trees,

I listen to the breeze.

And the birds singing their song,

I fear I have been here too long.

The seasons change, but the scenery doesn’t.

In this garden, where time wasn’t,

Years, months, minutes or days,

I’m the only one here who pays.

In fact, I am the only one here at all.

Stuck inside, the...

Find me down the garden path,

Kiss me where the Willow tree cracks,

Hold me in your gardens arms,

The truth is not your’s alone to bear,

We share a scar of secrets told,

Running barefoot in the dirt,

Hold me by the wishing well,

I’ll remember you when winter comes,

I hope to see you soon my summer love,

Find me down the garden path....

Some time ago this garden became a forest. The overgrown tulips befriended the wildflowers. Now some small white faces of an unknown species with a bright yellow center are caught peaking beneath rugged triangular leaves of vines that cover it all.

The keeper roams the area somewhere nearby. What was once manicured tending to sections has become careful corrections to overgrowth ever since the e...

Twenty three days. Twenty three days ago, Rich received a cryptic note from his fiancée to “Find me down the garden path.” Twenty three days ago, he embarked on a quest to find out to where Jamie had disappeared. When they met, she had just appeared in town as mysteriously and they found an instant chemistry which progressed quickly and in just a few weeks, Rich had asked for her hand. That was...

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Find me down the garden path,

Where the doves sing,

The flowers hum along.

I’ll be there,

Picking flowers,

Humming the song the doves have offered to me.

I expect you to be here.

*In reverse, because this is a type of poem called a tanza I think*

I expect you to be here,

Humming the song the doves have offered me,

P...

Find me down the garden path

Smell every flower that you pass

And don’t forget to smile and laugh

When you find me down the garden path...

There was a knock on my door. _Really?_ I was at my favorite part of the show. I sighed as they knocked again. I got up and opened the door. There wasn’t anyone there. There wasn’t anything there. Usually, when this happened in the movies and books there was a note or something. There wasn’t a note. At least there wasn’t a note _there_. When she went back to her show the TV was on static. Ugh. But...

Find me down the garden path

Where ivy intertwines

And roses bloom

I’ll be standing under the archway

Where bees fly above my head

Buzzing of excitement

Find me down the garden path

Where water twinkles in the sunlight

And birds tweet of joy

I’ll be looking at the fountain

Where the water will spray at my skin

Melting underneath the heat

Find me down the garden path

Where there is a bench

That...

_You can find me down the garden path…_

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I knew of a garden, where the flowers seemed to bloom all year round, where the vines existed, not as a burden to remove, but as a welcome guest, free to climb where it pleases.

I know of that garden because of an ex.

I loved him dearly - I think I did atleast.

But he wasn’t right for me, it was a feeling I had.

He took me to ...