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| SLAVE TO FALL I am afraid of what may happen Should I allow you in my life Though I long and dream of you To collect me in your hands so warm and soft The leaves of my heart They have lost the will to live and crumble At the hint of tenderness September and October I live everyday For my heart belongs to fall The blood of my body Thrills to the timbre of your voice Yet curdles just as quickly Should I chance to linger too long I cannot give chance to desire For this a spark to a flame to a blaze May consume the dry kindling My heart is made up of For I am a slave to the Autumn My heart is suited for only this And though the leaves of my heart Ache and pine for the sweet breath of Spring And the hot caress of the Summer sun I fear the consequences should I allow myself the taste of just one kiss by Sheryl McCurdy |
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| LOVE NOTES IN THE BREEZE Spun gold secrets held in gossamer wings enfolded silky love notes scattered leaves blowing tossed scattered lost on the breeze caught in the storm silver tongued love notes strewn blowing like leaves during Autumn heart thought long ago hardened pulses painfully hopes fly away with dreams once held enfolded in gossamer wings by Sheryl McCurdy |
