That's wonderful, it really is. I love your sense of style and the way you arrange your words....wonderful :flowersmile:

here's another from me..it's based on the novel The Secret Garden

Alone and withered leaves edged the door never opened anymore,
the overcast stone of the barren walls deathlessly same as before.
Like a forlorn and rejected orphan liberated from the wild,
only found by another one, somehow another forlorn child.

Aged eyes and ears just feigned ignorance and passed by,
as the unheard heart of youth broke though the barrier of lies.
With the finding of memories that elapsed beauty left behind,
hopes of this moment in which past ties will cease to bind.

Myopic eyes can sense the coldness of this abandoned lair,
only craving unrequited love thus giving out its despair.
The lock disclosing earlier times may not give it's freedom way,
yet can one speak of freedom to the cynical years and a day?

Small and trembling fingers touched the lock and wiped away the years,
released what had been only fastened by unspoken words and fears.
Letting through the light to what had been broken tears held inside,
these wounds shall heal with time using conviction as a guide.

In the beginning it was a lost soul searching for her promised sunlight,
breaking through to new discoveries and hidden, untouched sight.
Holding out her few dreams of life for this one venture of concern,
the rejuvenated garden reached out and opened its heart in return.