I Look To You

I look to you in Autumn's merge with the climax of love for the fragrance of scented leaves in the trees I look to you in the quaint forest all alone with the howling of owls in the distance through the epitaph of braised neglect you are there perched in the hands of loving hearts pierced through the fallen hue quaint encounters on the porch swing by the Willow tree you are the humble reminder of what true love is for the notion of a vested solace hanging on the rich decorum although at times and moments you may shy away yet you are there aware in the twilight of fragmented choice we may wallow in the mire of sweet extacy yet we humbly agree I look to you cause we were both meant to be all of life seems to be a mystery it seems never before has my soul permeate through a glass menagerie of the fallen leaves quaint but yet so dead what is going on inside my head I look to you across the hands of time nestled through the mere vibration of brevity in shallow peaks throughout the conclaves of death door resolve as we climb the steps of time only to finally reach heavens door lest I implore a more simpler way for my heart to display beauty as in crystalized nuggets of time well spent in thought I look to you in the morning fresh on the grass fallen dew one can't ever know until you let go in lavender decadance along the surface of the outdoor perimeter basking in the vast expanse between space and time as a beacon of light in a world in search of love shelter lies dormant amidst its beckoning plough a challenge to be free is a question of time we have come this close never to turn back now love is the essence of my mere existence learn to shun the resistance in every circumstance until at last we all will take part in the dance