My love is like a beautiful garden
Whose flowers spray the fragrance of my love
Where blooms the rose- of priceless golden
But the gardener's worth is all above!

It is a place of eternal charm
And lovers tempted to pick the flower
But seek I dost the flowery arm
That give a joy of heavenly bower

Her smile blossoms the pristine violets
Her blush reddens the poppies of bliss
Drowsy eyes art her sacred amulet
And heaven lies in her sublime kiss

The coyness with which the gardener eyes
And the rhythm in which her flowers sway
It drowns me into a brook where lies
My life, wherein my heart do stay

The brook is the gardener's fertile dome
From where floweth the flowery stream
The seeds of beauty which art then grown
Are like the old tale of beauty's dream

That sleeps forever and knows no time
And waits for the destined touch to be felt
Changes be the seasons and be clime
Run dry the rivers, be the mountains melt