My love for you is a garden
Not a store-bought, grocery bouquet
Dead in a week
Though flowering today
Because to plant a garden
Is to believe in tomorrow
And to care for a garden
Is to receive rain with a smile
And to wait patiently
Though fruit may not taste sweet for a while
My love for you is a garden
And its seedlings are every little thing
Unthreatened by change
My love for you is a garden