In the meadow where the wildflowers sway,
Underneath the sun's soft, golden ray.
Love blooms quietly in the light of day,
A tender tale that time cannot sway.
Whispers of the breeze, so soft and light,
Carry the secrets of hearts taking flight.
In the dance of leaves and the sun's warm embrace,
Two souls find solace in a sacred space.
Hand in hand, they stroll through the field,
Where the wildflowers their love reveal.
A love story painted in colors so bright,
A canvas of emotions, a beautiful sight.
As the sun dips low and the sky turns gold,
Their love story in the meadow unfolds.
The whispers of the breeze now fade,
But the love they found will never evade.
Comments (1)
Great work! Fantastic!