In my gaze, I scale her out

With her person I waltz about

may the woman of my affection

Maintain the same in sound projection

In her gaze, she ganders out

To me with love that one cannot doubt

For every glance is worth the chance

look of the her Iris’ dance

Fall is now but a soon to be record

her leaves be spotted as would be a leopard

‘Lest it’s end is to be pretend

to fool us all with its cold winter friend

Tonight I lay me down to rest

to tomorrow’s day I look on with zest

hoping to see my lovers glee

As for her, I hope she is free!

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