English Garden

Meet me at the garden gate,
Among the roses I shall wait

There beneath the bloss'ming arbour
We'll rediscover passion's ardour

Put your arm around my waist,
Pull me tight, my lips do taste

I'll reach up to your shoulders broad,
And by your strength I'll sure be awed.

The roses' sweet perfume, bedewed,
Inspires our love, fervour renewed,

And I will swoon in your sweet embrace,
Laying gentle kisses o'er your face

Never shall I break away,
With your gentle heart, I'm here, to stay.

Kira Braun