One evening, Sarah took a long walk,
Amidst trees, foliage, and autumn leaves,
Lost in his thoughts, like a dream, like a riviera,
Rhythm of long conversations,
Hymns of love deeply fused,
To each other’s hearts we have keys,
Near or far, magic of love potions,
Fill the spirit like a dulcet siesta.
Without a rhymn, reason, or excuse,
We care for each other,
Through good, bad, ugly,
No games, no ruse,
Guarding each other like a duty without a fee.
Walking through the autmn leaves,
The smell of beautiful sunset,
Every memory an onset,
Nothing left to grieve.