The forest is lush
in its offer of silence
Solitude dwelling
this path that we stroll

Crepe Myrtle borders
of pink satin petals
Trickling quiet
amidst evening’s lull

Lightening bugs linger,
a soft glow emitting
Shining the way
beneath branches above

All we can hear is
the sound of our heartbeats
Tranquil the rhythm
of whispering love