Mystique Touch

Mystique Touch
Form: Triolet

With falling rain autumn leaves speak
In words that tears of poets cry
And lovers dance, their cheek to cheek.
With falling rain autumn leaves speak
Their vibrant shades before the bleak
Of winter comes upon the sky
With falling rain autumn leaves speak
In words that tears of poets cry.

In words that tears of poets cry
The seasons turn every year
As on the breeze I heard her sigh
In words that tears of poets cry
They cannot bear to say goodbye
The days and weeks pass slow I fear
In words that tears of poets cry
The seasons turn every year

The seasons turn every year
Yet love can make old time stand still
And wipe away the lonely tear
The seasons turn every year
And love's sweet fire still holds us near
As all our dreams her flames fulfil
The seasons turn every year
Yet love can make old time stand still

Yet love can make old time stand still
With falling rain autumn leaves speak
As we embrace against the chill
Yet love can make old time stand still
In joyous seasons of goodwill
A wondrous touch of pure mystique
Yes love can make old time stand still
With falling rain autumn leaves speak.

©JezzieGFarmer2011

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