Garden of Love

Will you meet me in the garden of love, and kiss me in the light of a Moon-Flower, then dance with me in the Rain-Lilies, our Love-In-A-Mist from a midnight shower, We could whisper sweet floriography, as you shoot at me with Cupid's-Dart, until our Love-Lies-Bleeding in a floral bed, and we're entangled in a String-of-Hearts, If I could be your Morning-Glory, would you look at me with Starry-Eyes, then Kiss-Me-Over-The-Garden-Gate, as we fall in love under pastel skies, Would you picture me as a Bleeding-Heart, a reflection thine own, and will you promise to Forget-Me-Not, cause flowers die but memories won't