Majestic ridges wrapped in mist --
wild mountain flora at my feet.
A Warbler sings, a Cardinal calls
with melodies both loud and sweet.
Bucolic twisting labyrinth
meanders to our secret spot.
A place of sweet tranquility
with blooming blue Forget-me-nots.
Cascading, tumbling waterfalls
lush verdant moss adorns each rock.
A warm breeze whispers o’er the pond
and stirs the trees along our walk.
Blue sky turns pale with saffron stripes.
A rhubarb blush begins to glow.
Before the stars come out to shine
those twilight shades put on their show.
As night arrives with soft laments
I look into your loving eyes.
I feel the warmth of your embrace—
and know where my contentment lies.
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