Strolling along cobblestone walkways.
They are wonderful colourful mixtures.
Vibrant from the moonlight, so lovely.
Stepping on a painted chessboard.

These colours bring life to the pathways.
Frolicking fury playing creatures.
The playground is the green canopy.
We waltz around, never feeling bored.

The lovely sweet scented arrays.
Flowers will be in both of our futures.
Our wedding will be delightful memory.
And our love will be adored.

Sure there are many roadways.
instilling a plethora of delightful textures,
this garden of unbelievable beauty
guides me to a fantasy unexplained.

Nicholas Nikolov

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-garden-74/