Come into my secret garden
Where the door is often barred.
Hidden under lock and key
Unless the gate is left ajar.
Tangled vines and mossy curtains
One must brave to see inside.
But once within, all is revealed
To those whose hearts are open wide.
Hidden beauty, regal splendour
Offered up to those who dare
To come into my secret garden
and find all that it has to share.
Weary traveller come and rest
And sit beneath welcoming shade
Whilst I tell you of memories
That do so often seem to fade.
Enter as a dear old friend
Hopes and dreams shared from the start
And come into my secret garden—
The hidden garden of my heart.