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Genuine Love: Beyond the Surface of Seasons
In the garden of our shared existence,
Roots intertwined, a familial persistence.
Yet, you didn't fall for my essence deep,
But for the blooms, a surface love to keep.
Through seasons bright and skies so blue,
You cherished the petals, not the roots that grew.
As Autumn arrived with its inevitable decay,
I sensed a chill in your gaze, a love in disarray.
In the dance of leaves, I sought connection true,
But obligations bind, and love seemed askew.
Yearning for a love beyond duty's decree,
I ache for roots acknowledged, for love that's free.
Through the branches of our family tree,
I search for a love that sees the real me.
For in the tapestry of our shared history,
I long for love not bound by mere duty.
So, as Autumn's breath whispers through the air,
I yearn for a love that's genuine and rare.
Not just petals that fall with the changing weather,
But roots embraced, entwined forever.
© Airaa
Roots intertwined, a familial persistence.
Yet, you didn't fall for my essence deep,
But for the blooms, a surface love to keep.
Through seasons bright and skies so blue,
You cherished the petals, not the roots that grew.
As Autumn arrived with its inevitable decay,
I sensed a chill in your gaze, a love in disarray.
In the dance of leaves, I sought connection true,
But obligations bind, and love seemed askew.
Yearning for a love beyond duty's decree,
I ache for roots acknowledged, for love that's free.
Through the branches of our family tree,
I search for a love that sees the real me.
For in the tapestry of our shared history,
I long for love not bound by mere duty.
So, as Autumn's breath whispers through the air,
I yearn for a love that's genuine and rare.
Not just petals that fall with the changing weather,
But roots embraced, entwined forever.
© Airaa
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