As Summer struggles to hold on I can smell Autumn in the air, bringing the feeling of tranquility.
Reminiscing, I fall back in time to a moment that will never leave my mind.
She was there with me, or maybe she was inside my eyes with hands pressed up against the windows of my soul, left in awe of what we saw, or maybe I was inside hers.
Whatever it was, we were one.
Standing there, surrounded by the forrest as the light of the sun flickered  through the leaves, we kept still.
The wind spoke to the trees, the leaves danced in the spotlight from the sun as the birds sung, and we, we were one.
Hand in hand, no, soul upon soul we stared down the path of where we stood as she heard my thoughts wonder if we'd always be, and in thought she stopped my wondering by saying that we would.
The path said "I am your love," the wind said "I am your emotions," the birds became our soundtrack in that moment as the leaves continued to dance without saying nothing.
I thought of Fall approaching and of how the colors of the earth will change, then I began to worry but my worrying was interrupted with a whisper of her voice.
She said "though we will go through many seasons, the authenticity of my love will never change."