Gardening for lovers

GARDENING FOR LOVERS

Love once sweet can turn sour.

When affection is taken for granted
in the garden of love
Terminator seeds planted.
Descend into lust

Flirting with the breeze
As fickle as dust
Dancing in the trees
In the garden of love.

Ripe fruit rotting,
Neglected, forgotten
Until the weekend
Acting like friends
Then Boom!
Love walks in the room.

Not too tired to be admired
Relaxed, sensual
No longer fenced in or wired.
Tending to the garden,
Lovers eat the fruit
No longer bitter
Love can grow roots.

D.Hinson

Author's Note

One from my archives I just revamped. The rhyme scheme is all over the place but i think it works...any comments welcome.