You'll pick me up at seven to our perfect garden house
Butterflies and ladybugs will scurry in and out
We dance about the mossy cracks to plant our seedless love
We roll around our ***** floor covered in pixie dust
We know the neighbors will complain of nightly locust sounds
But we just keep on grinning in our perfect garden house
We hang our flowered frames on textured tree trunk walls
Staring at our portraits we are not invisible
We snuggle under lily pads and kiss beneath the sun
A smile on your lips because we don’t have to run
We fall away together because we cannot do without
We live and sing and shine inside our perfect garden house