Love me when the leaves begin to fall
as the summer is about to end
Love me when the moon no longer shines
as darkness envelopes the horizon
Magical indeed ?
To love is to feel
as to breathe is to live
Love me when the heat is no longer there
as the clouds begin to transform
Love me when the rain soaked my tears
as the grasses of spring turned green
Blissfull doesn't it?
To love is shed the past
as to let go like no one ever last
MAC
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