Beneath the amber leaves that fall,
Two souls stand where time feels small.
The twilight glow wraps them in light,
A quiet moment, pure and bright.
Her hair, like fire, warms the air,
Her gaze, a spark beyond compare.
Beside her, shadows soft as night,
A calm, steadfast, and radiant might.
They hold the seasons in their hands,
Together where the autumn stands.
A temple whispers at their back,
While love flows steady, bold, intact.
The world may fade in autumn’s haze,
But here they stay, in warm embrace.
Two hearts entwined, unbroken stream,
A love that lingers, soft as dream.
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