By Joe Solmo

Her smile, the first warmth I’ve felt,

Dress of vibrant green, alive, verdant.

Hair, the blossoms of the Oleander trees

Basking in Her, I drop to my knees

The Light, lasts longer with Her,

Her dignified stance, bringing me life.

Her passion runs hot as we meet again

So much more than she was back then.

Her dress, the hues of Autumn’s fire

Swirling around me, whimsical smile

By night the colors begin to fade

Her vibrance hidden in the cooling shade.

Her hair, now a brilliant aged white

Wise is now the face that looks at me.

The time has moved so quickly for us

We will meet again in the cycle Automatous.

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