Beauty of the Fall

A soft sentimental feel Sitting before me in green The colors are coming soon The ones of fire Those of eternal delight And she will emanate All the emotions therein And I will possess The greatest of these Her love, of which grows Towards my perfection Within her light, and eyes Of developmental sight Only, but my own Sees pitiful me Deplorable to the senses But aligned with the season I fulfil one of my promises To always be smiling During the days of Autumn No matter the weather So I now smile in the heat As she perceives around me The color of my veins Within her own head Combines our bond, superfast And colloquially hoped To burn through the fire That we have for one another Constant, eternal, bond Holding our faith And our love We will conjure up the weather Of Fall, into our hearts Where the world waits For our transformation Into beauty and heart filled Passion Russell Sivey