Garden Stroll
Never heard a sound more beautiful than your laughter.
Like raindrops they bring life to my dried heart.
Making me hope again.
That perhaps this might start something new.
The Crescent moon, full and radiant, cast its ethereal glow upon the landscape, illuminating the lush garden in a mesmerizing light. And there, amidst the enchanting scene, he found Elena. She sat on a stone bench, her slender figure draped in a flowing white gown that seemed to dance with the moonlight. Her raven hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her delicate features, and her eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky.
'She was beautiful.'
'How could someone be so beautiful. Beautiful enough to make one forget the beauty of the moon and the stars in the Sky.'