The Secret Garden

I remember the day we met at the garden.
He reached out his hand and said he loved me.
He found my garden sweet.

Flowers were growing.
Still,I kept my head up,I could not accept defeat.
He said, ""Oh Mary,contrary,how does your garden grow?""

But I did not know how to reply,nor keep up with the flow.
I remember when we met at the secret garden.
Flowers were growing on my face.

On my skin,like colorful lace.
Despite it,our lives went on a normal pace.
One day,he asked me again...

Oh Mary,contrary,how does your garden grow?
Are you still alive and keeping up with the flow?
Overtime,flowers had grown on my face.

Still,his presence always stays.
A shadow walked behind me,offering his hand.
At the time,I could not understand.

Left on the battleground from one I called my friend.
The flowers spread,I could not defend.
I just watched it grow.

In silence,hoping I won't hang low.
Hoping,begging to have flow once more.
He told me, ""Come with me,I'll protect you.""

Let her be the seventh maid in a row.
Her answer was laughter.
Soft with a smile,as she lowered her head.

She told me,""It's too late.."".
This flower was already dead.
I watched silently,as the flowers spread.

Maybe he loved me,as he took my hand.
And begged the flowers for mercy.
Tears streaming down his face.

He brushed some hair her off my face.
I smiled,in his arms.
And wiped a tear off his face.

He told me,Oh Mary.
Without you,this is a sad place.
I know I love you.

But I can't see us going to another place.
She smiled,softly lowering her head.
No matter what I tried,this flower was already dead.

One more time,I'll be fine!
He said,begging to the gods themselves.
She told me, ""Set them free I'm sorry.."".

As the garden began to shine.
I lost the one I loved all this time.
The one I wanted to be with till the end of time.

Alas,it was the end of her time.
I held this bouquet,sad,but happy for her.
And she finally felt fine.