The taste of fall is sadly in the air
Brushing aside the warmer notes of summer:
It would be wrong to say this is not fair
And yet I can't deny it is a bummer.
So all things wax and wane or turning, change
Thus go all moments of the world from us
Slowly or quickly, all of them must range
And we discover it is ever thus.
There is but one fixed point that I can find,
A treasure and a jewel beyond compare
And even that is set within my mind
A changing place itself save for this care
I have of you: for love, though crescent, stays
Strong in itself to last out summer's days.
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