TRUE LOVE

I kissed my true love

Beneath the gurning sun,

I caressed my true love,

Until the sun was gone.

I planted seeds in my true love’s garden,

Employed my eager spade all day long,

I dug and dug in my true love’s garden

Until the planting was done.

Each seed became a flower,

Each flower became a sigh,

Pressed into her languid bower

As the night drifted slowly by.

In the morning, refreshed by the new sun,

In my true love’s garden bright

My work was finally done,

And I left with a horticulturlists delight.