lemongrass love garden

Red roses in a garden of lemongrass,
Smell heavenly as the breeze causes goosebumps;
You feel that ecstasy building in your nerves,
And your head is still spinning and swirling;
You fall with pleasure on the mattress of the cool green grass,
And your dreamy eyes picture your beloved;
Your soul yearns and your throat gets dry,
As you try to recover from those shivers,
Love is nothing but an emotional deal,
To hold the other when they fall;
They can steal your heart and soul,
And you with joy, give it all.