Against the ancient hills of Nara, where gentle deer roam,

And cherry blossoms paint the air, you build your home.

Petals fall like softest snow, a brief and perfect grace,

Mirroring the beauty found in this sacred place.

The rustle of the sakura, a whisper of your vow,

As fragile and as strong as the promise spoken now.

Like blossoms clinging steadfast, though wind may pass and blow,

So too your lives entwine, a love to watch and grow.

From Mount Yoshino, a cascade of pink and white descends,

A thousand fleeting moments, where a new life now begins.

Past temple bells and silent shrines, a path for two is made,

Underneath a canopy that springtime has arrayed.

This moment, like the flowers, is treasured, pure, and bright,

A memory held forever, in the pale and transient light.

For though the petals drift away, a garden remains to keep,

The roots of love planted here, while all the world's asleep.