Garden, we walked regardless,

Together we were carefree,

Love was easy and-wordless.

Moments lost with sweet Marie.

What if I was different?

Would it still be so easy?

Or tossed like a cigarette,

Not knowing makes me queasy.

One more chance or a-thousand,

Just once I beg your pardon,

He holds your hand then bows-and…

We’ll always have the garden.