Garden of Love
These flowers are representative of the admiration that has sprung up from me towards you over time. Each time that I see you, your beauty makes the scenery more pleasant to observe. The refreshing morning dew has kissed your rose pedals. You have been fertilized with the richest soil on God’s green earth.
If I were a gardener I would take pleasure into plowing your field. I would wake up early every morning to pick your fruits, and in the nights I would water your grass. At noonday I would cultivate your land. In the late afternoon I would weed your boundary. When the evening arrives; I would harvest the crops on your landscape.
This is just a little poem because I think that your worth it; please don’t look to deep because this is just on the surface. You’re a lovely lady and you deserve nice things; someone that will treat you like a queen and he can be your king. Don’t settle for those guys that treat you like a conquest; you deserve a man that will cherish you and offer you his best. Your face is like a masterpiece you shine when you smile; you’re worth more than a bank with a million dollar in piles. You must have E.S.P. because you’ve inspired this artist; I hope that I’m not making a fool out of myself but I’m going to recite this regardless. Let’s keep this between us not like the National Enquirer; in due time I’ll reveal myself signing off your distant admirer.