Love Poem: Walking Past Your Garden
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Written by: Amar Agarwala

Walking Past Your Garden

Walking past your garden
When it was autumn´s end, 
Withered leaves spread across
Cobbled pathways that bend; 

I spied a single leaf
Upon a maple high, 
Trembling in gentle breeze
Beckoning the dusk nigh; 

Pausing for moments long
I saw it tumble down, 
Straight upon my shoulder
Its texture withered brown; 

Did an omen befall? 
With its stark fragile blade, 
That I may plead my love
Before the fall could fade; 

I searched for a blossom
There was none I could find, 
I was filled with remorse
Dark tidings in my mind; 

Lo! In the fading light
An Azalea stood, 
Dainty in its blueness
And then I understood; 

I plucked its tenderness
And found it laced with dew, 
I smelt its fragrance sweet
And knew it was for you; 

The last bloom in autumn
Had come upon my way, 
It made my heart whisper
My love would bloom someday.
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