Upon visiting your green garden,
I’m marveling at how it grows.
Is it your loving touch,
Your tender care,
Which makes it grow so lush?
See how you handle the roses
With passion and delight juxtaposed.
Would I be remiss in all I see
If I consider how it applies to me?
Substitute my heart for a rose
Then watch how our love would grow.
We’d plant rows and rows of its seeds so far then
All encased and nurtured in your green garden.
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