He stands in the doorway, thin and tall,
Silently gazing the beauty of Fall.
I watch as he bends over and picks
A fallen leaf from a pile of sticks
He turns around and notices me,
A grin stretches unwaveringly.
In one fell swoop, he thrusts out his hand,
Offers me the leaf, manner rather grand.
I hesitate; the leaf has a certain meaning,
Of nothing less than that of loving.
Says he, "I promise I'll set you free.
I really care for you, do come with me.
"I'm in love with you; I have always.
It's something I've wanted to tell you for days."
He kneels on one knee; "So, in the end,
Do you consent to be my girlfriend?"
Note: Yes, yes I know this is a cheesy poem, again, this is all just for fun.
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