Lead you to where the grass is greenest
and the flowers are fairest
with evening rays shimmering in gold
but talk not for now for a nightingale sings for you
and I need to find every inch of glossy
and drink from plums in blossoming delight
my sighs grace silks and my whispers are accolades
to the warmth of natures magnificence
I will find dew in tepid clove and honey in hot aisles
in gentle sway I'll be your gardener
tend that precious mound
I'll dig deep in soft soil
and plant you a sturdy
root watered tenderly
you'll gasp in delight
and kiss the sweat
of my brow