Baba planted a seed in the garden were my soul was nested; I will water it every day and give it love to grow.
I will take care and nurture it to all it needs, let it grow to a symbol of our love from his sacred seed.
When I watch it blossom I’ll think that Baba are here with me, dream of the blessed day when we together shall be.
If I’m lonely, sad or blue, I step into our garden where Baba waits for me.
We share the splendour that our love has grown, in my arms this rose let our secret be known.