In this warm September
You returned to me,
My dream that was lost
To the desert sands,
You returned and chilled
A raging fire,
In this chilly September
I gaze into your hazel green hues,
And the oceans of time between us
Collapse into tears shed for you,
And the very thought of your touch
Warms my soul,
In this cold September
I survey the landscape of you face,
But in between the scrunching of your nose
And the pouting of your lips,
The contents of your heart still elude me
While mine burns with desire.
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