I'll make a garden by the sea,
For you and me,
With plenty of flower plants,
Having a lone task- producing Arabian scents.
The sunflowers will bloom in ecstasy,
Welcoming you in the morn daily,
The roses shall never forget,
Scattering for you the natural bouquet.
Life mingled with joy,
Will surround your personality, coy,
The impatient air must dance,
With the flowers leaving no chance.
Poseidon might go green at each serene noon,
Since I'll be holding you soon,
With the hand of mine,
Enjoying the painting divine.
The flowers might go extreme,
Getting you amid them,
Since your aroma shall surpass,
The fragrance that all the flowers amass.
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