As our garden the grow

Celandine brush us as we look to beyond

We always display to each other the sweetpeas

Never once have red dahlia grow here

The white heathers is what I wish to dress you in

Your hollyhock is strong as my white violets stay put

You wish to dress me in hibiscus

And we both know we are to exist with lush peonies

Ever since the day the pansies began to bloom

Plum blossom of the garden remains