Autumns embrace

"When autumn's embrace and the moon graces the sky, I shall seek you out, for truth never lies. You'll slumber as if in death's gentle sway, to be reborn to me in a whimsical play. You are mine, resistance won't sway my desire, I shan't heed a 'no', nor let passion expire. This, my final decree, a solemn morn forewarned, on that autumn day, you'll be forever adorned.