Peach Blossoms and Sweet Memories: A Love Poem in Iambic Pentameter

Awakening from my slumber, I see the peach blossoms bloom, 'White as snow, pink as dawn, a sight that lifts my gloom. Children play beneath the trees, their laughter fills the air, But what of you, my love? Are the blossoms blooming there?

They say love is like candy, sweet but sometimes bitter, 'Is our love a poison or a treat, a curse or a glitter?' Do you still hold dear our vows, our promises of old? Do you remember the juice we shared, its sweetness untold?

Since then, I've not tasted such nectar, was it just a dream? Or has my taste bud changed, or were you not there it seems? Today's another sunny day, I ponder what to drink, 'Juice or tea, or perhaps a cake, so tempting, I can't think.'