Inhale the brisk autumn air
for just a moment, my dear, and exhale all of your stress
and worries. Why is it that you stare
at me like the gentle caress
of falling leaves? You are so frightened that I will love you less
if you are not perfect, but, my love,
I doubt you could even guess
how many times a day I think of
you. Look, my dear, at the leaves tumbling from above
and know that you need not be sinless to have my heart consistently.
But like the trees' leaves- or lack thereof-
I will fall for you constantly
without fear for my heart
for you are not just a seasonal part.
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