Tending the garden

With tender care,
I touch the flower.
The blossom growing there,
expressing loves gentle shower.

I trim the bad,
and cherish the good.
Embrace the sad,
as one should.

And as you grow,
I am there for you.
I reap what you sow,
a treasure true.

I feed your needs,
and give you light.
your glowing reeds,
Oh what a sight.

I tend to the garden,
The garden of our love.
I need no parden,
your the hand to my glove.