In the gentle whisper of autumn's sigh,
Where amber leaves dance and softly fly,
Your eyes hold the hues of a fading day,
A tapestry woven in gold and gray.
Crisp air carries stories of seasons past,
As shadows stretch long, and
daylight fades fast.
In your gaze, I see the twilight's embrace,
The warmth of the sun in a fleeting trace.
Each blink is a canvas, each...