The autumn flakes descend the trees,
In orange, rust on fading green.
My melancholy thoughts serene,
Remind of eyes that match the sheen.
I watch you pass through gath'ring square,
As with a glance you meet my stare
Which shatters hearts beyond repair.
Then walking on, leaves empty air.
Between two souls it bends and weaves,
To form a heart that will not leave,
But then in two, the same it cleaves.
Such then as one forever grieves.
When all the stars did shine for thee
You could have had eternity.
Someday you'll look back and see-
Looking back at what will be.
-Catherine Stevens
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