Arm In Arm Through Unc-Charlotte
Nostalgia captures my lone heart’s ear
as I drift along these mournful days.
Not sad for a life lost to death,
but of affections lost to time.
I’m fearful of not gaining back
the memories I lust to relive.
So as the clock continues to tick,
the bell tower also chimes.
The tune it sings brings me to you,
in mind, walking through autumn paths,
our faces full, newly kindled love.
We walked on brick that matched the leaves
of red and orange, like the twilight sky.
The crisp air bit at her nose and cheeks,
turning them pink while we laughed along
sincerely to each other’s faults and quirks.
Her genuine smile lightened her eyes
of hazelnut with a dark green ring
bursting from the center and staring,
somehow, into your innermost desires,
disarming you with her gentle ways
and soft spoken tongue with dreamy voice.
Her hair flowed like a breeze through a grassy field,
the color of a deep golden brown.
She looked at me, wide eyed, with passion,
oblivious to the chilling wind
which reddened her cheeks relentlessly
as her stare bore into my longing heart.
Her look had caught me in a snare
as we wandered, arm’s linked, in autumn air.
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