I sometimes like to take walks at night
In a garden secret from all but me
It illuminates under the stars and moonlight
A feast for the eyes, a sightful to see
The flowers that bloomed in the dark
Intoxicates me with their fragrance
As I take my steps inside the mystic park
I feel time losing it's importance.
Pacing under the star-spilled sky
I brush past sweet orchids that glow
Lost in the beauty, I reach a new high
Mesmerized in this peaceful flow.
But when I think of the joy you bring
Or of your beauty that shines so true
Then this garden, you know, means not a thing
Nothing, if I compared it to you.