The Dark Woman

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Looking from my open window,
At the curled brown leaves of Autumn,
All my mind dwells deeply on you,
Feels a love so long awaited,
Yearning feelings not abated,
For my precious you.
Times so rare are often doubted,
For like sun rays soon departed,
Such gifts must slip away.
Yet through darkness storm and tempest
Love is there grown all the stronger,
Honed by testing foolishness
My arms reach out to hug and so caress,
The Love she gives me always,
To slowly and with care undress.
And so reveal our trembling union
Christened with sweet Nature’s rain,
Always, always to sustain.