In her rose of garden where roses stay calm and fulfillment grows tall The length of her beautification lengthens pass time and grows immortal Like the taste of a great Italian wine, and present features more than a blackberry pearl.
Her gentle sophistication have abducted my conceptions and Minimize the perception of wanting to fade from her garden. I’m her gardener and she is my garden.
The scent of her pureness kissed the peak of my acknowledgment, Knowing and willing to preserve her natures fall, And balancing her fall if she miss step to fall. I’m her gardener and she is my garden.