if your heart was a garden, all the flowers are jealous of your beauty.
these botanical masterpieces cannot compete with the way you look to me.
if your heart was a garden, i'd spend all my time there,
cultivating the colors and composing symphonies of the sweetest of melodies,
finding the music in our dissonence,
letting each note hang like the fruit off the apple tree
in our front yard.
if your heart was a garden, i'd bring you so many flowers till you were bursting with life,
the birds and the bees, humming an even tune
in the joyous breeze.
if your heart was a garden, i'd stand in the window and marvel at your beauty in the sunrise.
Your heart is a garden and I love it.