Sitting by the road, absorbed
With the yellowing of leaves and
The crispness of fall in the air,
I did not hear you come to me.
You stood behind, and
Not knowing why,
I embraced you.
There in the quaking Aspens,
I gave myself to you in celebration of
The surrounding beauty.
My love, as I leave,
I travel with you in my heart
And wait until we meet again.
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