Love in the Autumn, Like Leaves Bare
Her voice radiates.
In the deepest manners of life, through many years of lonely nights, I found this vibrant buzzing, stunning and running through my heart, nuzzling.
It was the sound of her voice, as she left - with the flowers I gave her - held to her chest. For her hair was wicked-wild, as long as the flowers, in the application I filed - To be her man, take her hand, with a love of fire.
And this feeling wasn't supposed to happen. It just happened. Imagine - This girl so stunning, my mind so cunning, to give her flowers and smiles so loving - And her to turn, as she leaves and throw her heart back - like Autumn leaves.
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