They were both young beneath the late spring sky,
Walking hills and fields as cirrus clouds fly,
They traveled alone to explore the new,
She dressed in white and he was wearing blue.

The fence was wrapped with blackberry vines,
Laden with ripe fruits awaiting their find
To pick and eat the sweetness hanging there,
But thorny berries need picking with care.

He gathered a handful giving her them
Then returned and got a handful for him,
She smiled for him at the delightful taste
He gathered another handful in haste.

For his pricked fingers she gave him a kiss,
Her juice stained lips didn’t need to insist.