Today Is a warm November day, Sky so clear and blue That you know Love is true. It's a day For sailplaning or For walking through falling leaves With someone special By your side. You and she Alone, Laughing, loving, lilting Along beneath trees Of gold and amber, Trying with all your might To drink in This very moment, This instant of time When, more than anything else, You feel one another, Know inside you What being together means. The sun pours down, Making her hair Shine golden, And her eyes Sparkle blue diamonds. Every move Is a joy of freedom, Every sound A rapture unbearable. You move dazed And afraid, Afraid that what you see Isn't real And threatens momently To vanish In a burst of stardust That will leave you Cold and alone. You reach out, Panic-stricken, To touch a tree, a stone, A bit of grass, Anything That will soothe And reassure your senses That what you see Won't vanish into the dusts Of memory. You reach out, And what you touch and feel-- Is her face, her hair, Her cheek, her lips, Her tender soul. Then you know, When she smiles, There is no mockery, No jest, no importunate Illusion about this day, Only the magic Of two human souls United in love Casting the radiant, Twinkling shadows of mystery Over all the wood. You tremble, And tears flood your eyes. Your feelings are Beyond expression, yet-- Somehow! You must tell her, You must make her feel What boils within you. Words, looks, kisses, Passion and emotion Are not enough. Somehow, it must be More! So you fumble, And jest and boast Til-- at last Comes the silence. And in that silence She understands, And understanding She thrills. Such are November days Like this one.
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