The trees, blushing with some ancient shame, stood still—
As though your beauty drew breath from the air itself.
The wind, a trembling hymn, unwound its thread
Through a brittle ballet of leaves, now pale and dead.
The sun, a jack-o-lantern’s flame, simpered with delight,
As silhouettes quietly sipped from twilight’s wine.
And we, two twines, knitted by the seamstress of fate,
Where light and shadows lingered at the gates—
The forest stretched, a cathedral vast and deep,
Yet in its hallowed halls, the world lay in dream.
We walked for miles, hearts afire—our love, the coal,
In silence, I found you, the keeper of my soul.
This fleeting hour, this day, forever mine—
Though time will ravage all, you stand divine.
