On a day in early spring,
I wandered by a reflecting pool.
I was wond'ring about us:
would our friendship ever deepen?
I sat down beneath the trees,
where the cherry blossoms were in brightest bloom;
full crowns of pink and white
were reflected in shining blue.

As I gazed into the pool,
the boughs of flowers above my head
started nodding in chorus
as if cueing a performance.
Next to me, your face appeared,
the branches o'er us like a canopy.
I smiled and placed my hand
in the hand you held out to me.

Then the breeze whispered softly,
and sent the petals flying,
floating here, there, and ev'rywhere,
like a cherry blossom snow.
And the wind whirled through the treetops
and swirled the petals around us;
like a great crowd surrounding us,
was our cherry blossom snow.

Then the wind blew them to the heights
to fall like a carpet strewn below,
as you knelt down upon your knee,
promising everlasting love to me.
On a day in early spring
when birds were singing and hope was new,
I said "Yes!" 'mid the wonder
of a cherry blossom snow.

Linda Marcus & Julie I. Myers