A picture of a perfect day,
when blossoms fall and mark our way.
Walking hand in hand,
in a summer's night, with a summer's breeze.
the comfort of my gentle squeeze.
Sitting on a bench,
with a trickling of a stream close by,
the songs of birds from trees up high.
A picnic in a meadow,
of flowery fragrances etched into the air,
the stroking of fingers throughout your hair.
Anywhere,
it's you and I, my love, my dear,
that makes it perfect every year.
To be with you is all I need,
This heart of mine your love does feed.
I love you more than words can say,
and hope this poem makes your day.