Autumn changing,
Hearts arranging,
Placid colors,
Ever fading.
Green of leaves,
Bliss deceives,
The sorrow of
Two who do believe,
In the grace of the sky,
The truth of a lie,
In all these years,
lovers do comply,
Their melded wills,
With ink and quills,
Poetry guiding,
Their thoughtful spills.
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