Surround Me

Naseehaa Bacchus


The crisp air stirs through the trees  

While he whispers his secrets in her ear 


She may not say much  

But her rosy cheeks do  


Their shared glass of Maple Bourbon 

tastes better around the bonfire’s blaze 


As she gazes into his hazel eyes  

that warms more than just the depths of her soul  


She comes to realize 

The leaves are not the only thing falling this season 

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