I’ve been watching from afar for a while now.
Over the tall fences you put to block me off.
All I do is see. Admire the beauty of your flowers. Adore their aroma.
I must get closer, please.
Open the gate to your garden my love. Let me embrace the blossoms of your life, so that I can feel the softness of the petals.
These hands are not that of a gardener, but you can show me.
Show me how to hold the stems, and how to water your plants.
Just open the gate and let me in. I want to frolic through your fields of green. I want to bask in your sunlight, and feel your warmth. I want to sleep under your trees, shaded by their leaves.
I promise I will be gentle, when I cradle your rose.
I am aware it bears thorns, but even if I prick myself, I will love it no less, for its everlasting beauty remains.
So, listen my love, open your gates, and let me in to your garden, the garden that is your heart.