The Gardner

Plant me in that perfect 

place, where my hands 

first met yours in our 

innocence, where our

hearts aligned and danced

until the morning. Root 

me in the meadow that 

is only meant for you 

and me, where no other 

feet have trod, no other 

name has been whispered, 

where only our love is 

known by the trees. There 

I will flourish under your 

sun, protected by the shade 

only meant for me, watered 

by the words you save, 

nourished by the time you 

invest. Fence me in, 

let me be wild in the confines 

of your heart, and keep me 

forever by your side.