Garden of Love
Will you meet me in the garden of love,
and kiss me in the light of a Moon-Flower,
then dance with me in the Rain-Lilies,
our Love-In-A-Mist from a midnight shower,
We could whisper sweet floriography,
as you shoot at me with Cupid's-Dart,
until our Love-Lies-Bleeding in a floral bed,
and we're entangled in a String-of-Hearts,
If I could be your Morning-Glory,
would you look at me with Starry-Eyes,
then Kiss-Me-Over-The-Garden-Gate,
as we fall in love under pastel skies,
Would you picture me as a Bleeding-Heart,
a reflection thine own,
and will you promise to Forget-Me-Not,
cause flowers die but memories won't
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