They shimmer above, as if a paint brush had dragged across the sky, smearing glimmering glitter
I glance at you, a warm smile teasing at my pomegranate stained lips
You reach for my hand, tenderly interlacing our fingertips
I watch your eyes twinkle with a joy, pure and soft
The breeze tickles our hearts, carrying the smell of summer berry wine and dewy pine needles
