Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Resting on a bench,

Peering at the twilight painted sky.

The misty meadow quilts in melted snow.

Red lavender leaves scattering,

Showering upon the lovers.

Finishing off autumn,

Coursing toward cold winter.

Surrendering to the labyrinth of the thoughts,

Unwilling to loosen themselves.

Soaking up one other as though,

Wishing to bear a rarer,

Sparse ache on the hearts in the absence.

The heavens looking through the lake,

Adorning a brush up with the dazzling rippling.

Milky pearl swans saturates splashing wings,

Icy water teasing faintly.

Neva murmurs wistfull of the one dusk,

Destiny amusing them,

The start of such fall they met.

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"When are you leaving?" Neva whispers, her hesd leaned on Rhett's shoulder.

"Tomorrow, in the morning," Rhett's mellow voice, resonates in the void water meadows.

"I'll look forward celebrating Christmas with you Angel," Smooching Neva's gracefull hair, he utters.

"I'll do too." Neva smiling gazes up at him, acquiring a romantic kiss.

Observing around, she sees the tiny dews sprinkling on the ground, forewarning of the chilly night that's closeby.

"Let's go home," Neva sweetly kisses his cheek. She stands up and offers her hand.

Rhett gladly onto her.

Every second with her, is such a mystical little while. Seperated for a while, they have a lifetime of more serenity and miraculous seasons.

Neva and Rhett dreads their first seperation. Yet, courageous enough to let go, praying they won't be apart for long.

The next morning, before dawn, when the moon still appears hazy, Rhett grudging being away from Neva, in the end, had to let her go for a short moment and leave, for his country calls.