Sunshine calls to lovers close,
they lead us to the meadow;
you, the winsome, comely lass,
me, the handsome fellow.
We climb the hilltop quickly,
the view spread out, so grand;
the wind blows kisses on our cheeks,
as we walk hand-in-hand.
Here we can escape the world,
by our being up above;
two beings looking out at space,
two hearts that walk in love.
The evening gather stars,
as we return to earth;
laughter ringing in our ears,
basking in our mirth.
Upon the porch we linger,
upon the porch, we sing;
thoughts encased in dreaming,
of what the night might bring.
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When love is present, every day is a perfect day. This is a sweet poem that puts the reader in a good mood. Well done.