Love in Bloom

In a field where wildflowers whispered low, Eugene found Steph in the golden glow— Sunlight caught in her windswept hair, As if the world had paused to stare. No scripts, no grand design or cue, Just quiet earth and skies of blue— Two hearts met like roots in spring, Drawn together by some unseen string. They walked where petals paved the ground, Laughed where only nature made a sound, Each glance a verse, each smile a line, Woven sweet in the hands of time— No need for thrones or city rooms, Their love had found its richest bloom. So here they stand, not needing more, Than wildflowers and a sky to adore. For all great love begins this way— In fields where hearts have space to stay.