The hearts flower that resides within us,
like a seed it needs love and nuture,
depending on circumstances can be a minus or a plus,
the right gardener gives the future,

We can blossom like a lilly,
love is long and slender,
at times ever so silly,
but your hearts love always so tender,

Or even that yellow buttercup,
bright in the sun with its shine,
you become hardy and tough,
the gardener will always be thine,

Maybe become the hearts rose,
scented and coloured red,
your gardener rises above all those,
no one else will be in your heart or head,

Beware of the green vine,
tendrils long and strong, they clinger,
love is strong at first but then will die in time,
the green thumb of your gardener will not linger,

Fear the the dreaded weed,
untouched and not cared for,
when not nurtured this is the worst seed,
no gardener will knock on your door,