A quiet orchard glimmered midnight blue
Its branches trembled when they thought of you
Petals descended through the gentle dark
As though they carried hidden sparks
Wind curled around the paths your footsteps traced
Leaving soft warmth no other wind replaced
Each scattered blossom brushed the silent stone
Singing that two souls need never walk alone
Shadows dissolved beneath your tender gaze
Turning the coldest ruins into praise
A quiet nectar rose from memory’s well
Blooming with stories only hearts can tell
Moonlight adorned the orchard once again
Though dusk had vanished love remained
Your name still ripens on the branches high—
A fruit of longing hanging in the sky