That fired fickled autumned feeling,
Did come upon my heart betrothed.
Announcing, "Come to me lad and Ill go away,
and shant bother you with more."

"I say a little gasp is not a scream.
A tiny flake does not bring fall.
Your leaves will not turn, or flower falter.
Feel the grass between your toes."

Fired feeling with you I went,
That hand of yours warmed with sweat.
"I can't do that." i said to it.
Nor will i have a place to sit.

Budding putridness of the heart,
Traitor to those things of the soul.
You lead me and I followed thee,
Now I am ash brought from death.

It's useless to hide from him now,
Like those before with fierce guilt.
Because now my heart is unto like steel,
and with it shame's arrow cannot pierce.

Despair knocks now,
I should be so kind as to let him in.
he will catch his death outside.
I'll let him in to sit a spell,
and see what things he to me doth tell.

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