I'm a young girl of twenty-three

I came out to my garden, to admire my trees

I looked down among the white flower lilies

And smell the aroma scent, that sets me free

I wonder why, this array of garden sets upon me

A beautiful gazebo made in a shrine, for a young beautiful girl whose ruby red lips entwined

Dark black hair flowing in the wind, that shows my garden of images to me

A shrine of miracles sits upon me, at the young age of twenty-three

I smush my bare, white-silk feet  upon this flowery bed, in hopes one day to be wed

A young girl of twenty-three, has hopes and dreams for you to see, so let me be and dream again

My garden gazebo is a mystery, but it lifts my soul, and brings me every woman's fantasy

To devoure every hopes and dreams for me
 I bend down and smell the sweet roses of pink, red, and white in my little black vase, the aroma swoons me with pure delight

My garden gazebo has my soul once again, as I dance around to a happy tune filled with love