The garden of love bids tending so often it pains us to render its due when drought offers threat and water is scarce and lovers forget what it means to be true Yet love, like a garden, rewards us the flowers of the heart are worth all the pain how else can we reap that beautiful yield with little to lose and with so much to gain When I think of where we first started with just the horizon to capture our view my eyes now behold what a garden can be with effort and love to carry it through