Query any poem you want.

She is the October of my life,

the brisk autumn wind without strife,

paired with the warmth of a season's shift,

her laugh a fleeting sunset’s gift.

An October sky, glowing and bright,

full of colors but fading to night.

Her presence, like a sip of tea,

warms my core so tenderly.

Her eyes are autumn, vibrant and bold,

like tapestries woven in whispers of gold.

An unfathomable ocean, where I descend,

into their depths, I fall without end.

She grounds me where time’s lost its way,

her stillness asks that I should stay.

To surrender to her lullaby’s keep,

her song that soothes me into sleep.

Oh, how I long to keep writing of you,

but these lines, too few, won’t do.

Judge not what’s written with this pen,

but judge me when the pen transcends.