The once fruitful,beautiful,and glorious garden
of my heart lies weary,worn,and barren.
My despondent soul cries out desperately for
relief from its bitter most torturous agony.
That most precious and sweet flower of joy
that once filled me has lost its wonderful bloom.
For the cold,dreary winds of pain and disillusionment
have cruelly swept away love's wondrous presence from
my life.
Donavon Scott Vinson