Saturday, January 31, 2009

Our Hearts Shift With The Seasons

First days of autumn
Cascading tranquility
Love stands at its peak

You're the whistling wind
My heart flies along smoothly
Like a chipped red leaf

Winter approaches
Daggers in its icy hand
To stint our love's growth

Thankfully, for us
We see no signs of frost bite
Ignorance is bliss.

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