The Gardener

Nathaniel, arms crossed, feet spread apart, face
Looking at his handiwork, filled with glee.
Sweat on his face, the laughing lines they trace,
Eyes following the adventures of the bees.

But he is not happy as he seems,
No, he is wishing with all his heart,
That he could be with the one in his dreams,
The one from which he was torn apart.

Because he is a lonely gardener,
She will never be in his destiny,
So all his life has gotten wasted for,
And for all his life, there'll be no sympathy.

For he is a poor gardener, no more,
He'll never be with whom he's fallen for.