Grasp my hand, and your heart shall trail

Grasp my hand, and your heart shall trail, Autumn drapes her scarf of flame o'er the trees sublime. Beneath our canopy of stars, we shall render each tale, In the hue of love, forever and for always, beyond the rhyme. The world wanes to silence as your fingers touch mine, The autumn's fiery tassel gilds the woodland's breast. In the waltz of rustling leaves, our spirits entwine, On a canvas of eternity, our sentiments come to rest. In this grand tapestry where the firebrick leaves descend, Your pulse dances with mine to the breeze's soft serenade. Underneath the celestial roof, where the universe extends, We etch our chronicle in love's undying shades. Echoes of past summers whisper through the dwindling light, As sepia-toned memories drift like the gentle fall of dusk. Our joined hands compose a sonnet against the coming night, With each heartbeat inscribing love's undaunted trust. As the branches bow with the weight of the autumn's treasure, Our shared moments piece an opus that time cannot sever. Our life a masterpiece painted in strokes beyond measure, In the gallery of the stars, our love hangs, steadfast forever. For in the quiet company of the impending winter's chill, Where the trees stand as sentinels in the fading warmth of day, Our clasped hands forge dreams that the cold cannot still, In the endless mural of our affection, we are the eternal ballet. Serenaded by the crunch of leaves underfoot so crisp and sere, And the soothing hush that overcomes the sleeping land, We trace the skein of our existence, clear and free of fear, A requiem for the summer, with the brushstrokes of our hands. So catch my hand, and with it, take these whispers of the heart, As autumn crowns herself in garnet, and the boughs in pyre glow. Our love, a masterpiece, in the gallery of the firmament to start, Painting every second in love's perpetual ember's show.