In a garden where sunlight gently weaves,
A tender heart finds its rhythm, its leaves.
Eyes meet in the whispering morning dew,
A silent symphony begins, pure and true.

The world pauses, wrapped in a golden hue,
Time slows down, as if it always knew.
In laughter’s echo, a melody plays,
A dance of souls in the simplest of ways.

Words unspoken, yet they softly entwine,
In secret glances, sweet as the finest wine.
Each moment cherished, a treasure to hold,
A story of innocence, timeless and bold.

Beneath the stars, dreams take gentle flight,
In the warmth of a tender, moonlit night.
First love blossoms, like an endless song,
A cherished memory that forever feels strong.