We walk along the water's edge beneath
The budding branches topping whisp'ring trees;
Our shoulders, fingers, lightly touch as brief
As branches softly brushing in the breeze.
Old roots, in lazy, fleshy folds entwine
Above the dappled, shaded river calm;
Like hands that clasp together: yours and mine,
Together; bark with bark, and palm with palm.
Beneath us, bursts of purple blossoms bloom,
In winter-sleepy ground, the saplings green
Like cherished friendship turned to love so soon
That future laughter, anguish, can't be seen.
In April, romance whispers, blooming slow,
With winter gone, there's plenty time to grow.