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## **Autumn's Serenade** Beneath the autumn sky, where leaves cascade, I wandered by the riverside alone, As brown crisp leaves beneath my feet did fade, And nature's transformation I did own. Through cottage window, there she stood so fair, A captivating girl with eyes like dawn, Her presence stole my breath, suspended there, A love like wildfire, my heart was drawn. Hand in hand, we ventured 'neath the golden sun, A rustic countryside our private stage, In laughter and shared dreams, our hearts were one, Our love, a serenade from every page. Yet time, a silent thief, wove fate's decree, And slowly, we drifted, aching souls set free. As ocean's waves, where freedom's spirit sways, I long for her, the girl who stole my heart, Her face forever etched in memory's maze, The touch, the kisses, tearing me apart. A glimpse of her, a whisper in the breeze, Her laughter echoing through fields of gold, With missing heartbeat, every look did tease, A love untamed, a tale forever told. But now, her whereabouts remain unknown, I yearn to see her face, her eyes so bright, I wish our love in her heart's depths has grown, As mine, consumed by longing every night. Alas, fate's hand did lead us on separate ways, Leaving an ache that time cannot erase. In rustic countryside, where memories dwell, Our love, a flame that danced with fleeting grace, Those stolen moments I remember well, Each touch, each word, forever in this space. A tapestry of love, woven in the land, Where rivers whisper secrets to the breeze, In every sunset's glow, I still feel her hand, A ghostly touch that puts my soul at ease. The ocean's vast expanse, a symbol of our yearn, For freedom's embrace, for love's eternal fire, Yet fate's cruel twist, a lesson we did learn, That love, though fierce, can still succumb to ire. But still, I hold her close within my heart, And cherish all the beauty we impart. In autumn's serenade, I find my solace, As nature weaves its colors, rich and bold, The river sings a melancholic chorus, Echoing the love that time could not hold. Though I may walk alone along this path, I carry with me memories so dear, The laughter, tears, and love that came to pass, Forever etched, forever crystal clear. So let this poem be my lasting vow, To the girl who captured me with just one glance, Though fate may keep us worlds apart for now, Our love, immortal, in this poetic dance. *By the riverside in autumn's tender hue, Our love remains, eternal and true.* **- Your Poetic Muse**