The Vine Of The Garden Of My Soul Poem by Robert Hilary

the tides of temptation ebb and flow as the pull of its never ceasing waves tug and pull at my heart and mind and soul, as i am filled with a passionate desire, a biting urge, to delve within the pleasure of all that captures my whimsical heart, and with lustful eagerness i dive within temptation to the root of my heated impulse, to eat there of that which so enticingly calls to my heart, in love and play, to eat of the fruit of my every whim, in pleasure and joy giving in, to the desire to play, to joyously prance upon the piling treasures which filled with riches and wonders sparkle before my eyes as i pounce eagerly, lustfully, greedily upon the bounty that surrounds me, I, hungered by heartfelt desire, deeply sated, eat of thine fruits of the tree of providence and prosperity, its lush fleshy substance, filling my hungering womb with life there in, and its juices flow down my chin from parted lips so truly satisfied by the taste of the fruit of the finest bounty, its harvest a testament to rewards dually earned and i am truly favored by the fulfillment that rests within my womb, as i am filled fully truly sated, gratefully satisfied, as i am rewarded by the fine rewards of a life truly lived, lived truly, of a life spent well and time well spent, the long fields of awaiting harvest drenched in my heartfelt toil, their thirst deeply quenched by the sweat upon my brow, and the fertile soil tilled by the strength of my arm, and the strength of my back, as i stand strong and walk tall, sowing seeds in the fertile soil, soon to bloom, watering the newly planted vines with the heavy promise of unborn fruits, fated to grow fat and ripe, with the bounty that my life has sowed, fed by the riches which my heart has bestowed, encouraged to grow, and bloom heavy with divine fruit from my tempered, unfettered love which pours from my bosom in a torrent of passionate rain to water the garden of love that dwells within my soul, and if i might sow a few more seeds, toil with my heart to concieve yet another willow in the garden, to plant a few more flowers, to give with all my heart a few more hours, to water my garden with all my power, and watch with titillating patience, the season grow ripe with the treasures of mine passionate life, and the bounty may bless me in all ways in all ways, that i may grow fat, and rich, for the rest of my days, that my cup overflow with the waters of peace and joy, and spill its liquid harmony unto the fields of promise, that the joy of the vine be excited by the soothing waters of mine soul, that the bounty of the tree of providence and prosperity grow ten fold and that by the time i am weathered and old, my soul will be filled with such treasure that its joy is a joy that is shared, because i truly love those by whom i am blessed, who love me through every trial and test, and whom have blessed me with a bounty so sweet, just one bite of the fruit it baers fills me with endless sated peace, and i am enamored by the Divine who have blessed me so, and i know their smile is upon every seed i sow, and i know their kiss, nurtures every vine in my sweet garden of promise, and their light shines upon every ripe fruit and flower petal, every leaf every stem and the light of their love sinks deep into the deep roots of every willow in my garden, where i walk upon the whispered breath of fate carried upon the uttered wind of the gales of love, to fly through the fields of promise, and to the heart of my ripe unfettered vine, The Garden of my Soul