White garden
A wealth of white is witnessed in the garden on the end
The tulips and the daisies and the daffodils attend
A while was washed upon the vine wisteria would lend
Oh, the hopes and pending doom I never could defend
With the wall and trellis top the white and I did blend
No wasted words or whispered will while weather's on the mend
But, how to woo beyond this point, what withered way will wend
I see a gap between the hedges leading to an end
The moat has now seceded, there's no way in which to tend
The words are fading on the vine, seems nothing's left to send
A poet's word, a wizard's wound, the wanton dragons rend
The wealth of wooing, now it seems, unwillingly must pend
Or, is the white garden just wintery spray
Of blizzards that paste the white garden per se
Supreme celebration of warmth and blue skies
Takes two to explore with their hearts and their eyes
Not just any two can you mix to compose
Supernovas and fireworks produce cosmic rose
The nature and magic of potent emotions
Of passion and romance and constant explosions
Can only be cast by the spell of the wizards
Overcoming the white of the tulips and blizzards
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