Marc B. Adin
in Fall, in Love
Youth has many joys,
but none can
rival
love.
It is new,
excites,
entices,
delights,
and sustains.
In fall it
promises a winter full
of
magic.
Snows first storm
brings a flurry unmatched
by fierce wind
and
soft caress.
It evolves,
buds,
blossoms,
promises,
and fulfills.
The two
enmeshed in couplets
refrain,
with
hearts linked
by golden chain.
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