I've chosen you
Step into my garden
Feel the leaves
Smell the flowers
So to speak
Whispered words
Night is young
This body
Grown old
I've chosen you
Let the branches unfold
Vines curling around
Tree strong and mighty
Revealing life
Lived long
Would it be wrong
Your fingers
Running through grass
Step into my garden
Roses buds falling
Telling stories
Lovers in bloom
Young man
Young woman
Thorns so wickedly divine
Chest strong
Legs kind
Ohh it isn't ******
As you may think
Touch the bushes
Smell the flowers
So to speak
I've told you all
The leaves shiver and die
Leaving you awaiting
Wanting
Craving
The spring
In the fall...

Seasons....