As I sit here on my deck 
The sky is blue, the sun warm 
A light breeze is blowing 
I hear the trickle of a water fountain
Birds are singing 

Yet nothing compares to the wonder of your smile 

The roses are in full bloom 
There colours a myriad of different hues
Each petal a treasure of nature 
There shape and feel distinct and rich   

Yet nothing compares to the wonder of your form 

The honeysuckle, 
her lips opening 
Quivering in the breeze
Her powerful scent pervades the morning air

Yet nothing compares to your own quivering scent 

People wonder why I enjoy my garden 
It’s simple
For everything here, reminds me of you