our cottage in Ireland will have a little vegetable garden
a miniature paradise for you
I'll tend to her, pull out all the weeds
courgettes, spinach, and strawberries, will be just the beginning
I'll plant potatoes, tomatoes, snap peas, herbs
and right in the middle, I'll plant an apple tree for you
and you can eat love
you can have your fill
perhaps St. Patrick banished the serpent,
or (more likely) they never roamed the emerald isle
either way, we need not fear the snakes
there's no need for repenting, no need for penance
you can make a home in my heart,
and together we'll find our place in creation
for you'll always be safe in my garden