We met where morning kissed the green,
And city sounds grew soft, serene.
The air was bright, the sky was clear—
A perfect day to linger here.
We rented bikes near Sheep Meadow,
Laughed as we raced through sun and shadow.
The breeze was warm, the path was wide,
Our joy too big for walls to hide.
We paused for snacks at vendor stands—
Hot pretzels, ice cream, sticky hands.
A juggler tossed a daring show,
While bubbles floated high and slow.
At Bethesda, the fountain sang,
And children through its arches rang.
A couple danced to a jazz quartet,
Their feet in rhythm, faces set.
We sprawled beneath a climbing tree,
Shared silly jokes and sipped iced tea.
The grass still damp from morning’s dew—
We let the world slip out of view.
By rowboat, later, drifting free,
We watched the turtles lazily.
A duck parade came paddling by,
While sun poured gold across the sky.
And when the twilight brushed the lake,
The lamplights blinked themselves awake.
We sighed, the way good moments end—
Full-hearted, sun-touched, hand in hand.
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