• You are the rose garden
    and I am the child
    lost in Elysian fields
    so wild.

    Dancing vigorously with petals surrounding
    the tornado of aroma is vividly astounding
    Driving my senses into ineffable euphoric warm,
    as the silk petals of our love swarm

    Circling nigh within a vitriolic hurricane
    no other flower bed would affect me quite the same
    Seeing your feeling's infinite expanse from all sides
    spinning and spinning, there's no need to hide

    There are thorns that would break and stick into my skin,
    to which we'd reconcile and make true amends
    These hindrances are minuscule in the scheme of our mesh
    I lay down to sleep in this sea of floral beauty so fresh.