Nature & Romantic Symbolism (Shakespearean Sonnet) Poem by ashok jadhav

The moon leans low to hear our whispered vows,
While stars bear witness, silent, bright, and kind;
The roses blush where dew adorns their brows,
As if they know the secrets of the mind.
The river sighs, reflecting tender light,
Its restless course a mirror of the heart;
The breeze, conspiring gently with the night,
Carries our names, though lips remain apart.
In every leaf, love writes a hidden sign,
In every bloom, desire learns its art;
The earth itself conspires to make thee mine,
And binds our fates where sky and soil depart.
Thus nature speaks where human words fall through,
And turns the world to verse when I see you.