Remember the garden, our special place.
Where I'd always be waiting for your pretty face.
For waiting and writing, these beautiful scenes
are all that I can do for now, so it seems.
Sitting within the striped tiger lilies
I can't help but find myself feeling silly
for all that I've done is gone willy-nilly
Since the day that you held me when I was too chilly.
But that was last winter and this is right now
The clouds rolling by as I wonder how
we were brought together over such stormy seas
My heart's in possession
the birds and the bees.
Time keeps on rolling
planted are seeds
the sun rise and set
and saplings to trees
My heart may be beating
but it has been seized
There's love in the air
and I'm thoroughly pleased.