Garden Of Love

I went to the garden of love

And saw what I never had seen

A chapel was built in the mindset

Where i used to play on the green.

And two gates of this chapel were shut

And they shall not write over the closer

So I turned to the garden of love

That so many street flower bore.

And I saw it filled with grasses

And tomb stone where flowers should be

And priest in black gown

Were walking their around

And binding with breeze

With joy and desire.