Soren Valentine Poems
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October's Red Leaf
This little leaf I hold in my hand,
for fear it should escape into the air
and take my joy, my memories and
leaving me greying in despair.
Upon Its crown it burns red and quaint,
like a painted star it is bright,
until it blackens with sadness faint,
and leaves its colours with nostalgic night.
'Tis a tree, a Covert of mine,
so it becomes a begetter of joy,
for it rewinds me to when I'd shine,
But now I'm lost; betwixt a man and a boy.
You are my comfort, yet you are killing me.
Your eyes are moons to which part of my heart belongs.
Your voice fills me with happiness, yet it plunges me into an abyssal ghyll. It raises me like a mountain, yet it melts me like metal in the fires beneath the earth.
You make me weak, yet you strengthen me in a way you could not imagine.
The stars light your beautiful face and the moon brings out what I truly love.
That face is burned into my dreams, haunting me every night.
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