Each day we speak you remind me
Of a garden that is engraved in my memory
Its beauty is a marvel to see
Delving me into a never-ending reverie.

A seed is a seed until it is rooted
So small and wonderous, wonderous and scary
A purpose that is so well suited
Enlighten, and to spread the merry.

Ran through the soil with gentle hands
A maiden whom we all adore
Plant the seeds who brighten the lands
So that we may rest our eyes some more.

The seasons passed, and the flowers bloom
A gentle tune, in this special case
As if the flora were a loom
Amidst the beauty, I saw your gentle face.

In the night, a fantasy, a dream
I see you, though so far away
And I guess that it would seem
In my heart, you are here to stay.

In you, I must entrust
Your life is like a living art
To see you, I must
For in your hands, you hold my heart.