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The clouds closed like a curtain

As summer took its final bow.

The poplars applauded in the autumnal breeze,

We walked, ensconced in the enchantment of our sylvan canopy.

 

It was winter when we met,

When the February mornings were frosted over,

The trees, bare, cold, stoic.

Our love bloomed with the spring,

And warmed through the summer.

 

I hold your hand, and hold you closer,

Closer than I ever dreamed,

As we anticipate autumn, the harvest, a cornucopia.