They say love is like a rose but ours is an
entire garden. Carefully plucked, harvested
and sealed into both our hearts, cherished and
watered down every day.
Locked up tight with shiny metal keys, there
whereabouts only known to each other.
They say flames burn within hearts but I prefer
the garden by far. Flames burn and consume,
leaving nothing but ashes and debris.
Our garden is full of magic and sunshine
and grows larger every day as we harvest our work.
And I can only watch it grow larger as we cultivate
it and nourish it, making sure it has all the ingredients
that it needs. You'd think it would be exhausting all
of this work, wouldn't you?
But loving you.....
oh loving you comes so easy, my dear.
