mirrored on the pane,
the splendid look
of a changing season,
the bright array of leaves
that drift and swirl
like the secret
colors of the heart.
the seasons march on
but in my heart
you will remain
forever young;
and through the years,
your hand will stay
a constant clasp
upon my hand.
mirrored on the pane,
a lovely face
i’ll always hold,
one love unchanged
through theseasons
from the secret
colors of the heart.
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