A day doesn't go by, but I think of you. Now summer is here and you grow lovelier lying in the sun or wind-blown in the shade. Sometimes after a shower, your bedraggled look enchants and your scent --- so fresh and sweet.---ravishes the air and captivates with its sensuousness.
I've communed with you in many a bed, seeing your beauty uncovered each spring as if for the first time. Your two lips are so luscious then.
O, how I've passionately cultivated our liaisons. I know our love is evanescent. And next year you may not be the same. But while you're gone, I still plot for your return. Thanks for sharing your loveliness while time allows. I'm grateful for the moments.
I love you, my garden.
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