springtime's wonderful
bloom cannot compare to her
pure, beautiful gaze.

her eyes of tawny
and golden hue lessen the
brightest summer sun.

red leaves, pink blossoms
fall about her, stirred by
the autumn zephyrs.

even in winter's
silence, you should be first; yet
there is another...

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