Through Scented Woods
O, to wander through scented woods
where rain has gently washed
Leaves reflecting Autumn’s turn
Would that our paths had crossed
I’d have dared to show you secret trails
of creatures so exotic
as to tug at strangers’ ample eyes
the desired effect hypnotic…
Yet, alas, ‘twas to never be
my mite of courage faltered
And so, my love, what can I say
~ ‘Tis me that needs be altered
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