My Lady in denim green

My Lady in denim green.

Her hands dipped below

Her denim skirt of green

And she flashed me

That thousand Watt smile

In our garden to be.

We’d both knelt

To retrieve a rose of mint

That’d lolled upon the greensward path

Of our garden to be.

I know not the name

Of my lady in green

But I returned that smile

She’d gifted me

In our garden of green.

With a peck on my cheek

She jumped to her feet

And away she skipped

Down the greensward path

In our garden to be?