Soren Valentine


Autumnal Love


Wandering a sylvan paradise
we would relish in our colorful world.
We were so happy; us the forest would entice.
Soaking up the cloud's lust,
we would lay in fields of grass.
Nothing upon Earth's crust
nor below could separate this lad and lass.
We loved autumn, for winter was soon here.
I loved autumn because of you, my dear.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 08, 2012

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  • Kieran J96 (1/23/2013 3:03:00 PM)

    This is really touching, short but good :) I like how it shows the couple to be nothing compared to the world, yet their love the most important thing, that's my interpretation anyway. (Report) Reply

  • Aria Siren (8/10/2012 10:26:00 PM)

    As you already know-I love this poem! Short, sweet and beautiful. The words are lush. (Report) Reply

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