As i walk down the path
guided by brown cobble stones
the trees swayed
the leaves flowing in the wind
The rushing creek sang nearby
i hummed sweetly with the birds
the daisy's demanded to be picked
I walked on
AS i reached the stone stairs
they twisted around a column
at the top is an oak tree
with a old creaking swing
I glided post the swing
and crossed the wooden bridge
to the poppies
dazzling red and white flowers
I walked the cobble stones again
a golden haze started
I finally found what i had came for
the crimmson red roses
As i bent down to pick one
a hand fluttered around and gave me one
I looked up into a round face
with brown eyes staring at me
beautiful golden locks blowing in the wind
he reached out for my hand
I gently placed my hand on his
such warm soft hands
He lead me to a wooden bench
surrounded by roses
he grabbed a sketch book lying on the bench
and started to sketch me
I smiled for him
it dazzeled him
he smiled back with his eyes
he studied me for a minute
he finished the sketch
he showed me his sketch
i gasped and blushed
it was more beautiful than me
he gently grabbed my hand
pulling me up
and leading me back over the bridge
and down the stairs
pass the rushing creek
and pass the cobble stone path
through the gate that held the secret of the garden
as we reached outside
he let go of my hand
and gently rubbed my left cheek
he leaned foward and left me a kiss
he grabbed my hand again and led me to the sunset
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