Beneath the harvest moon's soft glow,
Where wheat fields sway and breezes flow,
I found a love as sweet as honey,
In the arms of my farmer's daughter, Evelyn.

Her eyes, like dew-kissed petals at dawn,
Held secrets of sunrises and meadows drawn.
Her laughter, a symphony of rustling leaves,
Echoed through the orchards, under moonlit eaves.

We danced amidst the fireflies' gentle waltz,
Our hearts entangled, like grapevines in a vault.
She smelled of earth, of rain-soaked soil,
And I, a wandering poet, found my soul uncoil.

Evelyn, with her sun-kissed cheeks and freckled nose,
Was my muse, my compass where true love flows.
Her hands, calloused from tending to the land,
Held the promise of...