Where Flowers Bloom
Time stands still trapped in the nature
of my garden’s bursting with baby-pink peony,
golden gerbera and purple hyacinth like dainty ladies
to be watered and kept.
My heart's a garden where flowers bloom.
My garland of red rose, I give to you.
I shroud you now in all my hues
A Baby’s Breath I promise you.
And tell you that I dreamt of you.
Enter now fair stranger, from its hedge;
step into my world and behold
LOVE in colour, scented, perfumed, a maiden
Who dreams of you.