The leaves brushed you as they fell
from the limbs of the oaken tree.
Dots of sparks flying off your body,
lights of love and life do please.
My madness of love for you is strong
the surly beat of my heart is yours.
My fondness for you, I feel is rare.
The ills of the world we shall endure.

My mind complete with thoughts of you;
walking the path of my feelings of blue.
Then climb the tallest branch of all;
a trust never diminished by fault.
So depend on me and you shall not fall.



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