She is a Garden Enclosed
She is a garden, walled and wild,
Where roses bloom and rivers smiled—
Yet not for every eye to see,
But kept in sacred secrecy.
She is a spring, serene and deep,
Whose waters dream while mountains sleep.
They do not rush, they do not roam,
But wait within her heart—her home.
She is a fountain, sealed with grace,
No stranger finds that hidden place.
Its song is sung for love alone,
Its path by covenant made known.
She walks with dignity and flame,
Not swayed by praise, not touched by shame.
For in her stillness, truth resides,
And in her arms, pure love abides.
Not caged, but cherished—strong and free,
Her soul, a well of mystery.
To him she loves, she gives her all,
Her depths, her dreams, both great and small.
So drink, beloved, with gentle hand,
And tread with awe this hallowed land.
For she is more than words can hold—
A sealed spring. A garden. A soul of gold.
It’s a beautiful poem and tribute to the treasure that is a good wife.
Thank you so much, brother. That’s exactly what I hoped to express — the quiet, sacred treasure of a godly wife.
Excellent cadence, echoing the Song of Solomon. A+ !
Thank you 🙏.
What a beautiful poem! Thank you 🙏
Thank you 🙏 I’m so glad the poem spoke to you. It came from a place of gratitude for covenant love.
So lovely – pictured my dear wife’s garden – just for me!
That made me smile — may your wife’s “garden” continue to bloom with intimacy, trust, and joy.
Oh my, that was so lovely! My prayer is to be that kind of woman and wife.
That’s such a heartfelt prayer. You already carry the spirit of that kind of woman — cherished, strong, and full of grace. 🌹