I’ll take you to the gardens in which I was once taken. And I will allow you to be mistaken By the kindness that enriches My sole being in plenty.
As in this sun that Apollo gave us once, In a kiss that hollowed our hearts to be tied. The grass is rich like your reflection in my eyes And yes, in these vines we are amongst The lovers of my slight past, yet you are important to me.
And your lips are firm I see, As you clasp them around That coffee which came from my grounds And my grounds call for you As in this place we are meant to be.
See, I deserve you like Gaia didst life, And the butterflies that swarm This garden so warm Take my queries and my strife. As do you, within these trees.
The hydrilla that lies beneath your river Grasps my shins and begs me not to leave Yet my intentions are not to grieve The curtains that fall over your eyes at ease. To you, an emotion to feel, my garden agrees.