In springs sweet bloom, where raindrops softly fall,
Two souls did meet, in Nature's gentle thrall.
Blossoms whispered secrets, loves sweet refrain,
Entwining hearts, in passions golden chain.

And words upon thy meadows, that tread from night to day,
Where first I gazed thy sweetheart,
under a clouded sky in may.

In meadows vast, where whispers lingered light,
beneath the canopy of stars, in dusk's embrace so bright,
She, ethereal vision, her essence pure and rare,
A melody of grace, a love beyond compare.

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