If my  soul were  a garden,
You would  be my rose,
Your thorns my protection,
Your  soft  petals, soothe me
The dew,  your tears that cry for my pain.

If my  soul were a  garden,
You  would  be  my daisy,
Your white petals, my purity,
Your yellow center  my smlie,
your stem, my strength.

If my soul were a garden,
You would  be  my sunflower,
Your bright yellow, my sunshine,
Your height, my shelter from the storm,
Your leaves,  my umbrella.


If my soul were a  garden,
You  would  be  my  lilac,
Your fragrance, my cologne,
Your bouquet, my companion,
Your clusters, my embrace.

If my soul  were a garden,
You would  be my gardener,
You planted the seed that gave me life,
You're the rain that helped me grow,
You're the breeze that gently rocks me.

If my soul were a vase,
I would  pick each fower.
From the garden of my life,
And present it to you.

by Katherine Mills