Peach Blossoms and Love: A Poem Translated into Iambic Pentameter

'Awakening from slumber, peach blossoms bloom outside, As white as snow, as pink as clouds in the sky. Children play under the trees, joyful and free, But what about you? Are your peach blossoms in full spree?

Love, they say, is like sugar, sweet yet sad, But is our love a poison or a dessert that's glad? Do you still keep our promises and vows in your heart, Or have they faded with time, drifting apart?

I remember the juice we drank together, so sweet, But since then, my taste has changed, incomplete. Was it me or you who made it lose its charm, Leaving me with a craving that's hard to disarm?

On this sunny day, I ponder what to drink, Should I have juice or iced tea, what do you think? But I also long for a creamy cake, So tempting and sweet, hard to forsake.'