The cherry blossoms bloom, a fleeting sight to see,
Their beauty fades away, like a lover's memory.
In a moment's embrace, love and beauty share a dance,
Yet soon they're gone, like a wisp of morning chance.
The moon rises high, casting a silver light,
Its glow a reminder, of love's transient sight.
A glimpse of perfection, in a world that's ever-changing,
A fleeting moment, a love that's always fading.
But in our hearts and minds, love and beauty stay,
Etched in memories, a treasure we'll always keep at bay.
For though they're fleeting, they'll always hold a place,
A treasure we'll cherish, in our memories of grace.