Riches and Gold And sometimes the going is tough, But with your love beside me I think I'm rich enough. I don't need money to enjoy what life has to offer, But I do need you. Your love has planted a tiny garden in my soul that grows with each passing day. It is one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen, And one of my most favorite places to go. In my garden I now call heaven, I have watched a flower grow. This flower has been gently cared for, It has been fed with the best of love. Treated with such gentle care with hands Given from the lord above. This love removes the weeds That have built up over the years, Slowly taken from around the heart, Releasing all her tears. Just a bud, but not in her youth, Slowly she matures. Her stem has grown strong With the words of love, Her petals are so soft, like the feathers of a dove. This garden is heaven filled With riches so rare, You can almost smell The love in the air. Love has not picked this flower And allowed her to wilt, But has shown her more love, With out any guilt. This garden has been blessed From the lord up above, For with out his blessing there could be no love. |