Upon yon hill, where golden sunsets wane,
I tread with steps, as light as zephyr's breath,
In nature's bosom, love's eternal reign,
Where beauty weaves its dance with life till death.
The meadows blush in hues of amorous red,
As whispers of the breeze caress the flowers,
A symphony of love, by nature led,
Awakening the heart in tranquil hours.
Beneath the canopy of azure skies,
The lark ascends, a melody divine,
A serenade that softly mystifies,
Entwining souls, in passion's sweet design.
Oh, Nature's canvas, painted with delight,
Where every brushstroke whispers love's refrain,
A river's dance, beneath the pale moonlight,
Reflects the ardour in our hearts' terrain.
The rustle of the leaves, a lover's call,
As moonbeams weave a tapestry above,
In tender moments, time begins to stall,
As whispers echo through the grove of love.
The nightingale, a poet of the air,
Sings sonnets to the moon, her paramour,
In shadows deep, where fantasies declare,
The boundless depths of love forevermore.
Ode to the stars that shimmer in the night,
Witness to tales of passion yet untold,
In their celestial dance, a pure delight,
Love's cosmic saga, written in the gold.
Embraced by nature's arms, we find our place,
A symphony of love, where hearts entwine,
In every rustling leaf, a lover's grace,
A testament to love, forever thine.
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A Poetry Hall of Fame entry for certain. Very well penned Petrichor. 😉👍
Thank you buddy. It's an extremely motivational comment. Thanks for that 💕
Beautiful poem! So well written.
Thank you, Nicole. I appreciate your comment💕
You can certainly pen a beautiful poem. This love poem with its numerous references to the natural environment and its wonderful imagery was a delight to read.
Thank you, ma'am. I appreciate your comment💕
Sounds a little old fashioned .. in the way you write
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