The lake donned lily pads like brocade. The gossamer blades of grass sparkled with dew that fell like crystalline tears. Diaphanous clouds drifted lazily across a rose painted sky. The ambience of it all caught my breath. With the steady hum of the cicadas mingled with the resonance of the hummingbird perched on the dogwood tree, I was utterly transfixed.
I observed outside the windowpane in contemplation while marveling at the nature between the radiant sunray, and the blooming myrtle. My coffee was brewing in the French press I have owned for as long as I could remember. The view of the garden gave me the impression of a pastel dream, a melancholy longing for some forgotten reminiscence.
When she laughs, it is a musical sound that thrums and resonates with the trill of the hummingbird, the rippling of the lake, the falling petals of the cherry blossom tree, her voice a melody that resounds within their heart.
Let's turn back the dials of time. Tranquil waves lull my wandering mind. Ebb and flow, just like my thoughts. A reminiscence better left forgot. You were transient, a pearl in the sand. Washed away, slipped through my hands.
What of nightfall? What of the blanket of midnight that wraps around us all so tightly? My darling, my love for you is as constant as the rose painted sky.