The Garden of Man's Heart

The garden of man's heart
Is for us all to reach
There is no end or start
Or guidance there to preach
For love is like a sun
That shines on to a face
and then it is all gone
Without a further trace
The soul is too a bloom
In colors and in shades
Or we would all be doom
In dark and gloomy fades
And fruits of life would die
For we would never thirst
To see blue clearer sky
Where our verve could burst
The garden of man's desire
Is what he grows from start
And all love there is higher
If he has in it a heart