As the autumn burst with color,
then withers into bleak and cold.
The cold will melt
Spring will bloom new life, and rain will soak the ground.
Summer will cast it's warmth and rays
And then color, reds, orange, yellow, blue, even blue! will peak again.
Whether in the desert, or in a village with dirt floors and a humble hut. By the river or by the sea. In an airplane, in the back of a taxi, on a bicycle, or by foot. In a large city with lots of charm, or glam. In a serene forest where I'm all alone, or surrounded by loved ones.
Still I will love you.
You see my love, I think we were created to be.
I will love you until the stars fall out of the sky.

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