An Autumn Crush
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The cool, autumn air,
The sunshine against her hair,
A halo over this angels head.
The nights grow cold,
And it's her I hold,
No words need be said.
A star-filled night,
The bonfire light,
An autumn love is bred.
And when it's over,
The poems are sober,
As I lay alone in bed.
-samhudson
