Blessed am I on this beautiful autumn horizon
A fall after which everything beautiful began after
Her walk through the garden that made my heart skip a beat
The irresistible look from the twilight eyes intoxicated me more than a tavern of wine does
The fine pressed wine will take a bow before her pout
The whistle of the birds will shy away on hearing her voice
The curves of the river will envy hers and shun its course
The minute I saw her, I scripted my first love story.
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Love and dreams! With the muse of the heart. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.