Her Children, a poem by your favourite person ever.

Her Children
by ~happy583

I long for her the rest of the year,
A balmy affection radiates,
Peaks through the mistress
To make me sway, to make me swoon,
Just to disappear yet again.

He tousles my hair with frigid hands
A forbidding motion I love to caress,
For his devoted blush arrives
To darken my vision with orange, yellow and red,
As he remains dancing between the trees.

Her pale complexion produces a red flush,
As I embrace her heavy chill,
I feel the sting as she strokes my cheeks,
Yet my passion makes me stay,
As I waltz in her declining white.

He pours his tears on my shoulders,
Although I hold the umbrella over my head,
He'll paint the melting sallow with an uneven brush,
Though we'll have to wait,
For his dark gaze to dry.

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Just so you know, Happy583 is my username on deviantart :D