I know of heart and why it goes on break And I grew and knew it was real Scaring pretty butterflies away in a night Lovely words reborn into a different nothing The vase of my heart may be broken but My Gardener ends my frown as smiles reborn
My Gardener is special, sent from God above A love more precious than the rarest gem With my dreams fashioned and hopes painted
I humbly appraise my Gardener's worth It began with pain to give the garden it's birth And the older I got the more I knew My Gardener's love sincere and true in itself No stronger bond on earth Like her Love for her virgin garden I know of her heart and the echo of her voice.
A Gardener of Life, Destiny and Dreams Not thinking about it I've copied your style I've learnt to make knots At the tail end of my ropes I learnt your strength. For all the tears and heartache I will create a heaven in the name of YOU. I will weave you a basket of Love Through generations in Ups and Downs.
So Sink with me in this M in Meekness, Washed and designed On a low bench Tasting the T in Truth The shape of H in Heart Enforcing the E in Expertise and Redirecting the R in Respect in a roped way.
To the Love of a Gardener, Let there be no misinterpretation. To all Mothers, Who mapped the way To Heaven Above. #In honour of Motherhood...