Who Are You?

203020-Book-Of-Autumn

What could be more enjoyable than a crisp fall day
Captivating colors of amber, magenta, and gold
Create a spellbinding sight as trees dance and sway

We have not yet met, your story not yet been told.
What a beautiful sight to behold; golden sunlight in your hair
My heart tells me to reach out to take your hand
I yearn to caress your skin so fair

I want to escape with you to a faraway land
Your breathtaking beauty always on my mind
Please let it be known my love will never fade
My heart all aglow as I pine

 Moments to be cherished when we meet
Memories will be everlasting when I make you mine

Bouquets of flowers placed at your feet

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 Eugenia

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  15 comments for “Who Are You?

  1. 10/16/2015 at 6:59 pm

    So loving and precious!

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  2. 10/16/2015 at 6:59 pm

    very nice! beautiful photos as well

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  3. 10/17/2015 at 10:06 am

    And that was breathtaking poetry ❤

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  4. 10/24/2015 at 11:06 pm

    That was really wonderful and sweet! Just like Autumn itself. Thought I’d drop by and visit since class. Have a good weekend!

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  5. 11/23/2015 at 1:47 pm

    Sweet. It will be a pleasure following your blog.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. 08/08/2017 at 9:24 am

    Reblogged this on BrewNSpew.

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  7. 08/08/2017 at 6:04 pm

    Hey Eugenia,

    You must tell us all…did they meet? Was there romance? Did one kneel before the other’s rose and collect the flowers laid there at their feet?:)

    Your silky poem is fashioned from autumn’s colours and tailored with words written in gold 🙂

    A wonderful composition, thank you Eugenia. I swayed but didn’t quite swoon.

    Namaste 🙂

    DN

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    • 08/08/2017 at 6:53 pm

      Now Dewin, if I reveal what transpired, the mystery is gone. Let’s let them swoon in their magical world filled with golden falling leaves and trees that sway with the rhythm of the universe.

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      • 08/08/2017 at 7:00 pm

        🙂 ….those gilded thoughts Eugenia, phew, now I am swooning and perspiring 🙂

        But yes indeed, let’s leave them to be consumed by their love and endlessly devoured.

        Namaste 🙂

        DN

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