In my garden of loveI have scents and flowers aplenty,But you always bring the grace,When you smile, you play with me...
Every morning the bud opensIts petals sweetly, lightly bloom,My gaze is caught upon themWhere your laughter sweeps me away...
This rose in my gardenThat blooms and opens its flowers each day,Is a longing, is a memory,Where the bee of the soul comes to rest...
Beautiful bud on the balconyYou always offer up your bloom,And I never tire day or night,To make your blossoming live long.
