Eternal Love in a Heavenly Garden
Poetic Story
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I dreamt a dream of a beautiful scene,
I was sat on a heavenly garden-bed of lush green grass and blooming roses,
With my back relaxing upon the thick brown trunk of a beautiful tree, filled with ripe red apples and a million, if not more of the greenest of green leaves, rooted in the centre of the garden,
And I, engrossed deeply in a classic romantic novel, which was resting peacefully in my palms.
A soft breeze, gently blew my dark long hair
And the sun sparkled in my deep brown eyes,
Hearing the distant sounds of tweeting birds,
as they rested in the tall pine tress, surrounding the garden.
I read out aloud, the words from one of the most romantic of novels; ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’…
“The girl raised her eyes to see who was passing by the window, and that casual glance was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that still had not ended half a century later.”
As the words left my lips,
I glanced down at the most handsome sculptured man,
I have ever laid my eyes upon.
His hair changed into a lighter shade of brown in the sun,
And he was laying his head peacefully in my lap,
His eyes closed, soaking up the sun.
In the background stood our home,
And soft music played throughout the house, travelling its way into our garden.
The serene voice of Andrea Bocelli, reached our ears, as he sung the most romantic of words of our favourite italian song;
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“Bésame,
bésame mucho —
como si fuera esta noche
la ultima vez.
Bésame,
bésame mucho —
que tengo miedo a perderte,
perderte des-pués. —”
Translation:
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‘Kiss me now,
kiss me with passion —
kiss me as if this were to be
our very last night.
Kiss me now,
kiss me with passion —
for you I may nevermore see
once past early light.’
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As the words played out,
In a sweet symphony,
The two lovers,
passion filled eyes, meet.
Suddenly, a gentle breeze,
Softly went through them,
And in a blink of an eye,
50 years passed by,
And the two lovers are, in the same heavenly garden.
She with a book, in her now wrinkled hands,
Him, hair now the colour of salt and pepper,
Peacefully resting his head on her lap,
And the sweet melody of ‘Besame Mucho’
Reaching their garden.
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Both lovers still look into each other eyes,
Mirroring the deepest of passion of their eternal love,
Only for one another.
~WritingOfTheHeart™️
