Beneath your bloom, my heart takes rest,In petals soft, by springtime blessed,Where blush and breeze together sighAnd paint their love across the sky.Each branch a whisper, warm confessed—Beneath your bloom. Your color stirs within my chestA quiet fire, a tender quest,As drifting blossoms wander byBeneath your bloom. Time slows where we are gently pressed,In nature’s …
