Sunday Valentine

Walk through the gardens we grow

To view in bloom seasons renewed

Beautiful flowers be the world in view

I walk with my Lady

Asking what is her favourite

She says with a smile

It be you my love

Each be a colour of a smile

That you brush to my face

My rainbow in rainy days

Her beauty and scented hair

Be admired on pillows

Aroma to love and breakfast

But to gaze upon the exquisite

Would be shameful to not waste such sight

The softest hand on my face

Is all I need in every season

This garden be yours

For us to dance and walk

My joy

My smile

Eternally yours in moments to savior

Sail with me on the ocean of time

My funny valentine

A finger down your nose

Open your eyes

And see me there