In the dying heat of the tropical sun

Under the cool shade of a mango tree,

hearts jumped up and down in joy and fun,

And they felt was a feeling so free.

Withered leaves shook in the wind and fell,

Soon forgotten were heartbreaks of the past.

If their souls spoke they could tell,

That this love was meant to last.

Wiped were the unseen tears,

Of the broken hopes that had flown so often,

their unsaid doubts and fears,

Were suddenly gone and forgotten.

As new leaves sprung from the branches

The lovers shared an embrace in passion,

And gleefully watched the expanse of the ranches

As they graciously enjoyed the overflow of pleasant emotion.

The wind stirred the grass and the dandelions,

And in their chests, hearts jumped and twirled,

Igniting the brevity and courage of the lions.

Now, they felt ready to conquer the world.

As the sun set in the horizon

They realized they would survive any future attack,

Since they had undying love as their weapon,

They just had to have each other's back.

It wasn't much to the eye to have,

albeit to the heart being so priceless.

A precious treasure it was, tropical love,

for it made one feel safe and fearless.