Traipsing through lushness, searching for love
wandering with wonder, as sweet as a dove.
Sought the soft petals, fabrics of life,
delivered by Gaea, nature’s midwife.
Ceaseless promises of pink romance,
beneath vast skies, destinies commence.
Blushing maiden engulfed in thought,
perched on bough upon Sun’s spot.
Expectantly longing you’d found her,
guided by loving hand of monsieur.
Open air vibrancy, springtime glee,
obeys her heart’s mesmeric plea.