Burgundy
Some of the Bradford Pears have turned burgundy
The leaves are so glossy feeding the trees the last for this year
As they drink the burgundy wine from their lips
The black ink of my pen tells my poignant tale of my love for you
This creation that you made just for me
Gives me kisses and hugs that no one elso sees
Private; filling my inner being with your presence
Fill me let me overflow sending your love and spirit out
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