Love, like a little blossom stands.
Shelters in the cage of heart and commands,
Asks a sensitive gardener to care;
Waters the root, cleans the air.
And before the hurtful insects rearrange,
The beautiful bloom to change;
And make home inside the roots, the vicious ant,
The poor trees of poor plants rant!!
… Be my gardener, water my root.
Juicy and healthy I’ll be as a fruit.
Blossom opens, love flourishes.
No regret remains after all the wishes!! ... Ellie