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Hello, Autumn?
Where are you?
Where are you, Autumn?

I long for you:
your cold touch greets my skin;
your wispy auburn hair blows & tangles,
hiding the rose red of your wind-kissed cheeks.

My flannel uniform keeps me temperate;
My pumpkin spiced latte keeps me chic.
Your head, resting on my shoulder keeps me full.

Earlier and earlier the sun dips into the sea;
a chilling reminder that maybe Autumn,
sweet Autumn, wasn't meant to be.
You were always the pen
that bled life, onto my empty pages,
you are every single page, that holds a memory,
you have always been the inspiration, to all my love phrases.

And you never knew…

It was always your fingertips
that I longed to feel, softly caress me,
always your image that has refused to be erased,
you have always been, every single page that holds a memory.

And you never knew…

It was you, whom I longed for,
you who I desired to caress my face,
always you, who bled life onto all my empty pages
and it was always only you, whom my memory refused to erase.

And you never knew… It’s always been you…
Love whispers upon a breeze
as I feel your soul touch mine,
savoring every sweet word
like the taste of honeyed wine.

Let the moon and stars witness
loves pure and greatest design,
as two souls come together
and gracefully combine.

Take me into your arms
embrace me through the night,
love me until dew soaked flowers
sparkle in the morning light.
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There is a certain Beauty in Brokenness
And Purpose in Pain.
when the time comes for me to pass
they shall lay me neath the shadow cast
by the great oak standing silent, true
watching over me
and you
when light wind blows
in sunlight's trance
I hear your whispers
through leaves they dance
I take your hand
o'er the fields we stroll
your head on my shoulder
as the church bell toll
in the mood for something a bit less dark
you
i want you
in every way there is to want a person

from lazy rainy days
sitting around in underwear
wrapped up in the covers
enveloped in each other

to lustful late nights
high happy and in love
too absorbed with each other
to focus on anything else

i want you
and i see so much in you
that counting all your perfections
would be like counting the stars
there's too many to keep track of
and they just seem endless

i am utterly in love
with every inch of your being
every corner of your mind
and everything in between

i might not know what i believe
or where i'm going
or what i'm doing
but i do hope
you'll hold my hand
and wander blindly with me
because as long as i'm with you
i don't need a destination
you are the journey

i am simply enamored with your entity
captivated by your character
fascinated
infatuated
amorous
in love
you asked me to write you a poem, i hope you like it
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