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As Autumn arrives once again
Along with him, he will also bring
Beautifully special painted days
Where our love may always sing

For once again when flowers die
To give way to changing seasons
We find we still love each other
Knowing we need no special reason

For love found a home deep within us
Like clouds sharing love with the sky
We were always born to love the other
Without ever needing a real reason why

As the Autumn season embraces us tenderly
We anxiously await the colors he brings
A time filled with many magical colors
Sharing the moments where our love sings.

Wendell A Brown