That I do love you darling so,
Oh, know;
That I so ache that I may take
You where I go
And stay in range of your blue eyes,
Dear, realise
And lie at every eventide
Always
By your side
What more of love may be said by this garden?
God’s love and yours have made this minor heaven.
Fingers in earth...
Creeper and ivy, gay bluebells
Norman nesting under trees
Emergent buds, the gnome that tells...
