In a dance of shadows and whispers, we found a language only seen through the rustle of leaves:
A gentle crest of branches, swaying...
— Your hands, entwined with the wisdom of ancient oaks.
Listen closely; the forest hums softly encrypted messages - a sonnet only the moon comprehends.
Two hearts beneath a canopy of emerald and whispers.
Have you felt the pulse of a timber as it sighs secret love letters?
The trees sway, inviting you deeper into their embrace — treasuring your secrets like ringed memories.
Heartbeats caught in rings of time; your dreams folded like the leaves above.