Who knew that the flowers that grow inside my very soul

Would flourish just because you have stopped by to visit

The worms dance at your presence

Beetles follow your muddy foot steps through woven paths

While the snails and slugs cling to your pant legs

Hitching a ride for something glorious to experience

And the leaves of nearby trees try ever so gracefully

To kiss you with each gust of wind

Clouds part way so the sun may shine through the cracks onto your skin

And the blue hue of the sky brightens under your gaze

That's just how beautiful you are to me

My garden groweth over at the thought of you