Mixed with the aroma of blackcurrant leaves
The birds and the bees, in midst of garden’s bosom
A gift for you, a spray of freshly-cut sweet peas
The thyme and the rosemary, oregano and tarragon
A herbarium of love, a sweetly scented verse
Words crafted for you, my lovely paragon
Written ere the day ends, and sealed in a purse
Give me your beating heart, as I have given mine
Like the rose gives her blood for her scarlet bloom
All our days together in the garden of love – our time
Come and put your lips on mine, lest passion consumes
Make me a promise that you will remember our kiss
The morrow will bring new memories for us
Let’s make this moment, one of tender al fresco bliss
Like the budding mallow, we can endure without the fuss
The setting sun shines on us, glowing on our virtues
Know her smile, when you walk across my lawn
Her nurturing warmth, afore her night time curfew
Take my hand my darling, let’s make love before the dawn
