When you are in love,
the sun’s rays slant forever in a golden hour,
offering the perfect weight of warmth
and light enough to memorize a face.
The breeze mimics the graze of fingertips,
soft as a lover’s wandering hand.
The rose leans in to paint your lips red
the moment you breathe its scent.
The drizzle falls not to cool, but to cleanse,
water tasting of sudden, sweet relief.
Birds call out from the high branches,
voicing the joy you keep inside.
When you run toward him,
the very ground seems to spring beneath your feet.
The rustling leaves find a human voice,
urging you to speak the truth.
When you are in love,
nature conspires to make the moment vast.
The grey dissolves, the shadows lift,
and the world sharpens into vivid hues.
