Will you wander through my garden
and pick the flower of your choice.
I’ve acquired a wide selection.
You may pluck the sweetest fruit.
In my garden grows a wild seed.
No one knows it’s real name.
Legend says it’s always been there.
I’ve never seen it’s flower fade.
I believe it’s presence special,
as it matures before my eyes.
And when you pluck it’s flower
it’s death will bond our lives.