LOVE in OCTOBER!
FOR THOSE that ARE in SEARCH for LOVE
In October's amber embrace we find,
A love that blooms, so gentle, so kind.
Beneath the crimson and golden canopy,
Two hearts entwined, wild and free.
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The air is crisp, a hint of chill,
As love's enchantment begins to thrill.
Leaves dance down in a graceful waltz,
As we succumb to passion's exalted pulse.
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In the pumpkin patch, by harvest moon's glow,
Our love ignites like a fiery ember's show.
Hand in hand, we stroll through the night,
Lost in each other, our souls take flight.
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The scent of apples and cinnamon spice,
Adds warmth to the moments, oh so nice.
Your laughter, like a sweet, autumn song,
In my heart, where you truly belong.
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We share secrets under starry skies,
As October's magic deepens in our eyes.
A love that blossoms in this cozy weather,
Will last through every season, forever and ever.
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So let us savor this love we've found,
In October's beauty, we're tightly bound.
As the world around us turns to gold,
Our love story in October, forever told.
About the Creator
Naim Rashid
I am A struggling writer trying to Express my inner self with WORDS and RESEARCH !
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