Secret Dreams

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Behind the locked gate of my heart

A simple garden grows,
Where the fountain of my dreams
Still ever sweetly flows.
 
The little blooms will never die
For they’re maintained with cheer.
They are the fondest hopes I’ve held
And they are ever dear.
 
There are so many blooms that grow
Where everyone can see,
But these blooms are my private joys
Blossoming just for me.
 
Song of Songs 4:12
You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride; you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.