Balançoire de Jardin

In our garden
the birds do chime,
the flowers grow,
and your love is mine.
Swinging gently
to and fro,
in the cup of our hammock
away the world does go.
The only prying eyes
come on the wings of butterflies, but their mistake they realize
and quickly off they rise.
We are one here
as anywhere we go,
united by the hip
and by the seeds of love we sow.