All caught up in autumn’s breeze
Rosy pink blossoms along her cheeks
She’s feverish
Bare feet, cold against the pavement
Face framed by undone waves and
She’s feverish
Hair down to her hips
Her hands in fists
She’s feverish
And that fever is you
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Delightful! I’m sure the person this was written about is proud to be part of your poetic talents.