A micro story in verse for all who believe in romance – love is always young!
we sat beneath a pine tree our backs resting against bark hands sticky with sap we were full of big ideas bursting with the vigor of youth we picked pinecones and we planted seeds for our future perennials to renew every spring we whispered secrets and we laughed when raindrops fell watering our dreams we followed breadcrumbs into the unknown and called it adventure we knew that love would light the way