Let’s bloom together on a spring day,
where silence speaks what words won’t say.
Let your smile bloom in soft array,
beneath the shade, a mellow sunray.
All the words we forget to speak,
soft as cherry petals on your cheek—
where laughter lingers and time slips away,
let pearls fall free when you laugh that way.
Spend time with me on the meadow’s bend,
where Heidi and Peter let childhood mend.
Let sunlight kiss your dream-lit gaze,
lost in a soft and honeyed haze.
I will pick you flowers, one by one,
and yell to the mountains, “You are my only one!”
Listen—my voice in echoes replies,
when rain starts pouring from my eyes.