...to the scented garden, past the old wooden gate

where the lilacs bloom and tulips wave....near the

weeping willow....Take me down to the sun kissed pond

where

I first met you, as the catfish danced near twilight....

silently without words, sing a melody for our souls,

my left hand in your hair\

my right hand on your lower back......down to the

scented garden that is you..................