The woman of mine

In a garden you were born
and in summer you grew
you were 1 out of thousands
and all brand new

but when winter came
with it's frost and pain
700 died
so that few could remain

years passed
and you began to see
that the other flowers
wasn't nearly as pretty as you began to be

red as a rose
white as snow
and with the sweetest fragrance
hiding, so that nobody would know

But some one found you
beneath the web of a spider
protected from all the creeps
just stood and got brighter

A tear from heaven
reached your body
and your were blooming
and I began to study

the marvelous change
out of the old shining shell
a beautiful woman
like this was a fairies spell

cause I have never imagined
that I would be the one
to reach you, this perfect woman
who warmed my heart with your inner sun