If wishes were butterflies
  And teardrops were flowers,
I'd have you here with me
  In my garden of dreams;
My hopes would be raindrops;
  My yearning, the sunshine;
And I'd paint with my brushes
  The starry moonbeams . . .

I'd paint a huge canvas
  Of love all in colors,
In colors of scarlet
  And robin's egg-blue,
In splashes of lavender,
  Slashes of ebony,
Touches of spruce,
  And ivory, too.

My garden of dreams
  Is awash all in colors,
Vibrant and glowing,
  Graced by a dove;
My garden of dreams
  Is a haven of wishes,
A soft, secret spot
  Protecting my love.

A blanket of color
  Protecting my love â€â€Â�
A canvas of wishes,
  Bright colored wishes,
  Wild, wanton wishes
In my garden of dreams.

Beth B. Jacks

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