A garden for courtship

My darling dearest truest love, I have for you a gift,

This grand plaid tent, growing fast, would love it if you’d lift,

Aside the curtain and enter forth, Enjoy the garden inside,

Well trimmed hedges line the tree centered on my hide,

With coat as fair as birches skin and height to give you bliss,

This towering piece would love it if you’d give a tender kiss.

With a stinging face, I acknowledge that I may have gone too far,

But upon my tree, Id love to place, you, my shining star.