On a path among the flowers,
the girl walked, a dream of morning hours.
Her long black hair, shiny and free,
warm eyes, a smile for all to see.
The gentle wind caressed her face,
the sun rejoiced in her embrace.
He came along his quiet way,
his heart marching to love’s sway.
When his gaze fell upon her there,
the world around seemed bright and fair.
“You are so beautiful,” he said soft and shy,
with a tender voice, a gentle sigh.
She laughed and whispered softly then:
“It’s spring — it’s perfect, here and when!”
They strolled together, slow and light,
without fear, without thought, without plight.
And since that day, beneath the blooming trees,
they meet each day with hearts at ease.
No plans, no rush, no worldly care —
just love and a walk, a simple pair.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 5:05 AM UTC
On a path among the flowers,
the girl walked, a dream of morning hours.
Her long black hair, shiny and free,
warm eyes, a smile for all to see.
The gentle wind caressed her face,
the sun rejoiced in her embrace.
He came along his quiet way,
his heart marching to love’s sway.
When his gaze fell upon her there,
the world around seemed bright and fair.
“You are so beautiful,” he said soft and shy,
with a tender voice, a gentle sigh.
She laughed and whispered softly then:
“It’s spring — it’s perfect, here and when!”
They strolled together, slow and light,
without fear, without thought, without plight.
And since that day, beneath the blooming trees,
they meet each day with hearts at ease.
No plans, no rush, no worldly care —
just love and a walk, a simple pair.
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