In the Garden

I lost him in the garden,

where he left me,

wondering,

searching

for him,

the one that i had loved.

I searched and I searched,

but I could not find him.

He was gone,

without a trace.

I searched for him

with quick pace.

Before he left,

he left me thinking

he was going to be brave,

but he wasn't brave enough.

It was too tough

for him to hold on

just a little longer.

Right where he left me,

only a few states over,

somebody found me;

he is my heart's holder.

In the garden,

I started over.

In the garden is where I was lost.

In the garden is where I was found.

I'm slowly discovering

where my heart's bound.

As many times

as I had cried,

a stranger came

and wiped the tears from my eyes.

Neither knows

how much they really mean to me.

He says he loves me.

I tell him the same,

but he doesn't know

that I really feel that way.

I should tell him

before it's too late.