There is a special place I know,

A garden where romance can grow,

It's just beyond this trellised gate,

Won't you come in, it's not so late.

Feel free to wander as you may,

For every plant has much to say,

And like romance of every hue,

Each plays a part as lovers do.

Here's a bed of dahlias bold,

Yellow-orange, white and gold,

A romance strong in summer's sun,

That with the fall becomes undone.

Upon one wall moonflowers grow,

Asleep by day while dahlias glow,

Their sweet perfume a rare delight,

Moonlight romance that blooms at night.

And there are blue geraniums,

That like the moon care not for sun,

They bear a tender, azure bloom,

A romance made for afternoons.

That host of pink and white you see,

Are quite romantic peonies,

They live and play in mid-day sun,

Like puppy love among the young.

And yes, my garden has a rose,

It buds full red til winter's snow,

Then waits, as I, a dormant thing,

Til romance gives it life again.