A field of flowers with sunshine to spare,
Rays of light dance upon bright smiling cheeks,
Gentle winds rustle once tightly bound hair;
Frozen moment of bliss - dreamt of for weeks.
Our eyes meet and my face reddens again;
Fresh rolanberries on a summer day,
Accompanied by a splash of champagne;
Everything in place - the perfect cliche.
I now look to our intertwined fingers,
My throat cannot surely hold my wild words,
The lovely cadence of your voice lingers;
A tune more melodic than any bluebirds.
This is a love to combat heartless time:
This is a love to live always in rhyme.