Tender was the day

The road to nowhere.© Jack Vettriano

Tender was the day
In its perfect warmth
Of an early spring.
Tender were your lips
The kiss in its rim
So shy to perform.
Soft was the breeze
In the crimson inflamed
Late afternoon sky.
The clouds of constraint
Not yet foreseen.
Tender was the day
In its perfect warmth
Of an early spring.