Threads of vines climb around the autumn trees. We take shelter from the weather, soft raindrops fall on your face. Moonlight bathes us under the oak tree. I tell you that I love you, holding you close, kissing tenderly under the endless sky. This moment is captured in my memory forever, and in my heart.
Michael Cochrane © 2023
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