Hadiqa

My heart is
A lush and beautiful garden
Full of waterlilies and butterflies
Encased in glass
Surrounded by walls
Four feet thick
Topped with barbed wire
And guarded by knights all around

You approach all this
Like a special ops soldier
Like a trained mercenary
Seeking to overrun the gauntlet
To conquer and secure
Whatever must be hidden inside

But in truth
I don't need an assassin.
I need a botanist
A gardener
A knowledgeable and patient being
Not afraid of hard work
And who attends to delicate gardens
With care.