Butterflies floated and twirled in the wind,
Then landed on a welcoming flower.
Autumn leaves gracefully fell to the ground,
To be lost in a sea of gold and brown.
You and I held hands as we walked down the path,
Your eyes twinkling in the sunlight as we met eyes.
Our feet crunched on the rough gravel floor,
A trail guiding us through the woods.
The birds singing amongst the trees,
Their beautiful songs filling my ears.
The sweet sound of your calm voice,
Sticking in my mind as I replied to your words.
Wind brushed through my hair,
And I felt my hair flying behind me.
Your hand was soft and firm as I held it,
Clinging on to mine, always there.
The perfume of pine leaves hung in the air,
And we walked through it and it clung to us.
The smell of freshly cut grass as we walked passed,
And exited the woods through which we had wondered.
Your minty breath as you looked at me and smiled,
You're to perfect to be true - but it is.
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