Her Willing Gardener

 Her Willing Gardener (The Empress Tree)

They called her ugly 
Didn't know her freckles were gifts from the sun
Would threaten to jump her
Just to see her run

They called her ugly
Didn't like her carmel skin framed by curly black locks
Angry voices echoed in her head 
for what seemed like blocks 

She was a young willow then 
Knew nothing of the flowers she could bare 
Roberto, her tender gardener
Handled her with care

Now I'm kneeling in the sun
Hands cut for the petals she will bring
Panicles of foxglove blooms
Vivacious lavender just dangling