Beauty of the Fall
A soft sentimental feel
Sitting before me in green
The colors are coming soon
The ones of fire
Those of eternal delight
And she will emanate
All the emotions therein
And I will possess
The greatest of these
Her love, of which grows
Towards my perfection
Within her light, and eyes
Of developmental sight
Only, but my own
Sees pitiful me
Deplorable to the senses
But aligned with the season
I fulfil one of my promises
To always be smiling
During the days of Autumn
No matter the weather
So I now smile in the heat
As she perceives around me
The color of my veins
Within her own head
Combines our bond, superfast
And colloquially hoped
To burn through the fire
That we have for one another
Constant, eternal, bond
Holding our faith
And our love
We will conjure up the weather
Of Fall, into our hearts
Where the world waits
For our transformation
Into beauty and heart filled
Passion
Russell Sivey
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