Sprinkling drops tickle daisy flower petals in the summer breeze.
Shining sunlight shimmers upon hilly meadows rising the heat indices.
In the gazebo’s cooling shade holding her hand we begin to slowly dance.
Heart beats pulsating together intertwine as each step begins the romance.
A drizzle increases as the birds sing watching on from their protection in the trees.
Drenched clothes swish back and forth when eyes lock our hands firmly squeeze.
Misty pouring precipitation releases a torrent of feelings halting the tango outdoors.
Farewell of pressed lips upon the cheek and a hug sends this courtship to the enigmatic lake shores.


Sprinkling drops tickle daisy flower petals in the summer breeze.
Heavy dark cumulonimbus clouds move swiftly with threatening stormy decrees.
Lightning streaks across the sky flashing warning signs of pending doom.
Anguish blends into emptiness while the wind gusts wafting scents of her perfume.
Clangorous thunder rattles the atmosphere scaring the plant life in place.
Screaming back at the violent tempest with arms wide open missing her embrace.
The sun will not shine upon life again, and nothing can remove the throbbing pain.
Trembling fingers continue shaking as eyes begin to water, and tears fall harder than the rain.



Sprinkling drops tickle daisy flower petals in the summer breeze.
Forsaken and broken in isolation searching for love expertise.
Looking to the lake with hope to see her enchanting beauty again.
Suddenly lights flicker off and on like a message without a pen.
Cloudbursts of showers have now stopped and footsteps are heard from a far.
Fighting drowsiness in this endless game of false hope is downright bizarre.
Awakening the next morning with the sun brightly sitting up on high.
Staring into her eyes smiling in disbelief at the return of my sweetie pie.