Petal's

[The Assassin]

A delicate flower in a lady's hair
Petal's floating all around in the air

She sits beneath the blossoming tree
Sitting silently in peace and tranquility

Her lover sitting close by her side
Watching the ebb and flow of the tide

They smiled as they sat in their special place
He placed a hand gently upon her face

They kissed each other as nightfall came
Their urges for passion to strong to tame

Bodies entwined beneath the moonlight
Hearts racing fast their hands locked tight
Petal's floating in the wind such a beautiful sight

 

[cheetra]

Petals are the romance and wind is the passion; tree blossoming is the desire, and the ebb and flow of the tide are the waves of lust.

Night is the blanket that removes all apprehensions.

You are truly a master of nature analogy of writing.