Hearts in Bloom

In the tender hush of early spring,

When earth wakes slow and robins sing,

There lies a garden soft and wide,

Where hearts like flowers start to glide.

Beneath the thawing soil we find

The buried seeds of love designed—

Small, fragile hopes, just breaking through,

Bathed in light and morning dew.

Your laughter is the gentle rain

That soothes the roots and eases pain,

Your touch the sun that warms the leaves,

The whisper in the budding trees.

We grow together, slow and sure,

In colors bright and feelings pure.

Each glance a petal, soft and new,

Each smile a bloom that feels like truth.

The world is fresh, the air is sweet,

With every step, our hearts repeat

The rhythm of a love that’s born

From quiet nights and glowing dawns.

We walk between the rows of green,

In places only we have seen—

Where wildflowers dance and sway,

And time itself forgets the day.

Your hand finds mine, a tender vine,

Twisting close, a love divine.

In every glance, a promise spun—

Two hearts entwined beneath the sun.

Like cherry blossoms on the breeze,

Our love is light, it drifts with ease,

Yet rooted deep beneath the earth,

A symbol of our growing worth.

So let this spring be ours to hold,

A story written, bright and bold—

Of hearts in bloom, of love’s sweet tune,

A garden that will never lose.

For every season may pass on,

But spring returns to carry on

The tale of us, forever new—

Two souls that blossom, me and you.