Shirley Hawkins Poet Rhyme

Lady Chatterlys Lover

I love my gardener
Not with passion or desire
The way he tends my garden
It is what sets my heart on fire

My soul takes wings,
As this young man tends the flowers
What takes him minutes
It would take me hours and hours

He chats with me and does all I ask,
Nothing for him,
Is too great a task.
He is respectful,

And very kind
He is an ambitious gardener,
A gem, a real find.
He comes every fortnight,

He is a work of art
I adore my young gardener,
Who brightens up my garden
And uplifts my ageing heart.

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Bill Baker July 4, 2023 at 4:28 PM I'm happy you found someone that does it like you want it done. They're hard to find. Lovely poetry, Shirley. Excellent rhyming. A poet friend in Texas, Bill

Deb M July 4, 2023 at 5:03 AM A lovely poem Shirley and sounds like your gardener is lovely also!! Debx