by May Lee Copyright ©2026 In gardens where the soft winds sigh, Beneath a vast and blushing sky, Two souls converge in whispered hush, Their lips ignite the springtime’s blush. The kiss, a spark, a gentle flame, That calls the wild by lovers’ name, Fingers trace the tender skin, A secret world begins within. Through fields where blooming petals fall, They wander close, they hear love’s call, The touch, a language pure and sweet, Where heart and body softly meet. A