Love like a hidden blossom stands;
Shelters in the cage of heart and commands;
A sensitive gardener to care;
Waters the roots, cleans the air-
Before the hurtful insects change-
The beautiful blooms to strange.
Make home inside the roots vicious ants;
never mind the tenderness of poor plants.
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 –