gardenias are my favorite.
Though many dislike their smell.
I find it kind of peaceful.
It puts me in a spell.
I remember good times.
When days would fly.
I wished they lasted longer now.
But they always pasted me by.

She reminds me of gardenias.
She's my favorite thing.
No one dislikes her.
I love the way she sings.
She's gentle and nice.
And her smile is always bright.
Nothing can deter her,
She'll put up a fight.

She reminds me of gardenias.
Someone has taken her from my sight.
I wish I could see her and hug her very tight.
I'm afraid she might forget me.
When I think about her day and night.
She reminds me of gardenias.
Desperate and light.
Fighting every days nature
With a viscous bite
.....I wished I didn't have to say goodbye.