A shower of pink

In the gardens of Japan, where cherry blossoms bloom,

We stroll, hand in hand, in a love so true.

The petals fall like rain, a shower of pink,

A symbol of the love, that we both think.

The air is filled with the fragrance of spring,

A reminder of the love, that our hearts will bring.

We pause to admire, the beauty all around,

Lost in each other, in love so profound.

The cherry blossom trees, a sight so rare,

A symbol of the love, that we both will share.

So let us walk, under these blooms so bright,

And bask in the love, that shines so light.

For the cherry blossoms, they whisper in the breeze,

Of a love so strong, that will forever please.

And as we leave the gardens, and bid them goodbye,

We know that our love, will never die.