Garden

These seeds I planted for my love,
To sweeten midyear moons
To walk through apple trees that glint
In golden afternoons.
I stop to smell the marigolds
And count the seeds I've sown
I marvel at this land so much
That you've been overgrown.

But this game of hearts is through
'Cause I'll give mine to you.

I'll be counting down the hours
We stare into the sun,
I'll pull petals from the flowers
Till they tell me you're the one.

I blame the magic poppies for
My inclinations to
Remember the forget-me-not
And forget about you.
I've brought red roses to your door
With dirt behind my knees
I've pined so long that I can't see
The forest for the trees.

The leaves are wet with summer's end
So I'm up in the tree
I'm sorry that I haven't been
The boy I'd like to be.