Love is like a Garden-gnome

Love is like a garden-gnome

oh how they both remind me of home

it seems it can never be known how much love is like a garden gnome

but wait! it all lies within the dome

the dome also known as home

home and love and garden gnomes

love and garden gnomes are both cuddly and cute

both of them play again in your head like a flute

how they both seem minute

until they ring and ring and ring

and from the little gnomes mouth it springs

and grows to be like a choir of singing

then once again flow down to form just the thing

the thing that makes us feel warm and flush

oh the rush and the gush and the tiny little thrush

that spreads it wings to fly around the garden gnome

then it soars back home

but not without the garden gnome

or at least the little stone

than makes up the garden gnomes little nose

the nose that blows and shows

the seeds of the precious rose

the rose named love

which springs with the precious dove

watching in love  

the love that makes the gnome’s grove

like the small cove

in the heart of the little stove

that boils and cooks the emotions of the brain

and turns it into grain

ready to refrain

ready to remain

ready to gain

the gnome’s little ceramic stain  

ready to feel the pain and the sprain

of the lovers broken heart

and begins to start.

to push that little cart

the little cart full of little garden gnomes

that are traveling to the homes of the little children

the little million children that feel the love

of the garden gnome

love is like a garden gnome