These breeze kissed days are creating memories.
The kind that will linger in our cherished place.
Weaving a pattern like intricate lace;
Intermingling our needs while caressing the trees.
Stoking a warmth; the kind that melts our hearts.
Gently welding them in a loving filigree;
Delicately bound yet never to part.
The breeze seals the bond between you and me.
If you wonder how a tie as fine as this
Could meld two hearts in such utter bliss,
Listen to the whisper in the trees.
Love’s lattice is finessed by the breeze.
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