Walking through a crimson field
hand in hand, through wild tulips.
Petals brush against bare feet,
to tickle toes and entrance the soul.
Waves of pure beauty surround and flood,
the mood intense and pulsing with it.
Breathe.
Moonlight trickles in a dazzling shower
of silver sabers and white daggers.
But they only war with the serene stars
who dance in velvet sky.
Breathe.
The gossamer mist feels free and secret,
descending upon cool skin.
Alight with crystal wind,
together they tiptoe through the tulips.
Nature's secret garden plays
with lovers' bursting hearts.
A kiss in the silence.
Breathe.
