Our love

Amidst the rolling hills of Kyoto's land,

Where the cherry blossoms bloom, so pink and grand.

A path winds its way, through petals so fair,

Leading us to the place, where love we'll share.

The air is scented, with the blooms so sweet,

A fragrance of love, that can't be beat.

We stroll hand in hand, under the cherry trees,

Lost in each other, with love on our knees.

The petals rain down, a shower of pink,

A symbol of love, that forever will shrink.

As we bask in the beauty of this scene,

We know that our love, is a love so serene.

So let us stand, under these blooms so bright,

A love that will flourish, both day and night.

For the cherry blossoms, they remind us so,

That love is the sweetest, wherever we go.