i’d be a gardener for you;

you're a mortal garden and i'm attracted to you:

i'd point every light so you'd grow the best

(it could be blinding, just perhaps).

my hands would squeeze every ounce of a word out

(of poems i'll claim were written about you).

as my soul filters all the bad things out

(letting a few good ones trickle through).

and my heart will bury your seed inside me

(since that's where my feelings for you will be).

kisses will brush every petal you hold

(accepting all the weeds you bare).

singing songs to you will become the only thing i want to do

(here's to the candor and lyrics that get us through).

damn, eden don't even compare to you.