In May's embrace, we set our course, To shores where ancient spirits source, From Dubrovnik's walls of storied might, To Cavtat's seas in sapphire light. The Adriatic breeze did call, Murmurs of history in its thrall, Through Kotor's fjord, where mountains lean, A hidden world in emerald's sheen. A surprise journey, hearts inclined, To wander where the past entwined— In lands where time, like a whisper, stays, In May's gentle, blossoming rays.