" hi , forgive i, but i saw the most prettiest and brightiest flower in the this Garden and was wondering if thee knows of her name and the keeper?...."

"well...," said the gardener..."yes i do know of her name, but what will aname do to thy delights and wants?"

" I wanted to know her name so i might ask her if she wi;ll let i p[luck her from this garden and replant her in mine...for there's aspot at the centre of mine garden where she will be asight to i and the world.." said i.

"what can you give in that garden of yours of which she doesnt have here.." asked the gardener
"mine garden has never been planted for ages and its more fertile than here, unspoilt by paasby, nor have the wild birds nested by its tall strongh branches...and the spot is between the Seven Rivers of Love and the Seven Mountains of the gods and goddess....where those below shall envy the brightness and warmth it radiates below and the gods and goddess shall descend every matin and before sunset just to enjoy her glories, beauity and when they ascend they shall whisper to the winds...'this is truely ablessed gardener'....and i shall prune, weed her every matin and evening".
" and what if the sun should burn fervent and the rains pour heavily" asked the gardener
"if the sun should burn fervent, i shall stretch the shade4s of mine branches and cover over her and if it shall pour heavily then the leaves of mine will spread above thee and protect thee from its heavy fall" said i"truly say and do tell thee of her name.....surely its non other than the one they call love and her Keeper be non than the lady of the garden...