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so, as words fall like the fair ribbons of the ash and oak
your gaze, too, drops to the ground, fixed by the coming winter
icy shells ‘round the trees are still nothing compared to yours

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even the silver tongue  fails to reflect the brilliance of your beauty

Romantic notions are only lost / to those who choose / not to look for them

a sudden wave,
dragging with it the bounty of stranger tides,
falls, with resolve, upon the shore

its banks grow weary
struggling with the day’s sun and the night’s moon
to cling to each grain

Borne in the roots
in the cold, dark soil,
lies the very core,
the still beating heart

Just as these giants
face the daunting Winter,
so weathers my love,
aching for dear Spring

Know that when next we meet

I will be a strange soul from the one you knew

Hold no avarice

For, as love’s a torrent’s rage,

so is every man tossed, as flotsam and jetsam

among the waves of the thundering sea

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