Cherry, Blossom's Enchantress

In twilight's hush, where forest dreams unfold,

Cherry's essence whispers secrets old.

Her skin, a canvas of moonlit glow,

Reflects the stars, in constellations slow.

Her hair, a cascade of autumn's hue,

Leaves rustling, with each step anew.

Her eyes, two sapphires, shimmering deep,

A window to the soul, where ancient wisdoms sleep.

Her touch ignites the wildflowers' sweet perfume,

As petals unfurl, like tender hearts in bloom.

Her voice, a gentle brook, that soothes the soul,

Echoes of a love, that makes the heart whole.

In her embrace, the trees find peaceful rest,

Their leaves, a soft caress, upon her breast.

The wind, a lover's sigh, that whispers low,

Of secrets kept, and tales of long ago.

Oh, Cherry, Blossom's enchantress true,

How you entwine our hearts, with all anew.

In your beauty, we find solace and peace,

A sense of home, where love and dreams are released.

But alas, your beauty is a fleeting grace,

A whispered promise, of a transient embrace.

For like the seasons, you bloom and fade,

Leaving us with memories, of love's sweet shade.