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Autumn Leaves

Chapter 71: LOVE’S DART.
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A compact poetry collection gathers short lyrical and didactic pieces that reflect on mortality, memory, love, duty, and spiritual consolation, often using nature and seasonal imagery to frame moral and emotional insights. Many poems shift between wistful reverie and exhortation, imagining dreamlike flights, harvest metaphors about deeds and consequences, prayers, meditations on motherhood and friendship, and speculative lines about reincarnation and the afterlife. The work mixes tender sentiment, moral counsel, and pastoral description across brief, accessible poems that alternate consolation with sober reminders of life's hardships.

LOVE’S DART.

My heart is filled with joy today;
There’s peace within my soul.
My cup is running o’er with bliss,
There’s love in pleasure’s bowl.

I will not think of aught that’s sad;
I’ll happy be today.
Tomorrow may bring pain and grief,
But love will each allay.

Life’s bowl is filled with happiness,
There’s naught that I regret.
It is so full of love and joy
I would not it forget.

The god of love peeped in at morn,
From bow, he sent a dart,
In aim he was so accurate
It lodged within my heart.