Garlands of Autumn
Hint of lavender in the air
Scent of roses, shoulders bare
In the corner woman fair
Ivory skin, light brown hair
Eyes meet mine, inviting glare
Approach her sitting in her chair
Walk into her blue-eyed stare
Time and senses unaware
Unblinking gaze, a touch we share
For me none other could compare
With nothing left for me spare
I kiss her lips right then and there
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