To Autumn Our Love
As seasons change with love as breath with air
I reminisce our romance in the sands
That fade inside hours of Autumn's compare
Must she be leaves leaving my lonely hands
And I the brute and bare heart-broken tree
Never to know the comfort where she lands
Yet there is something more inside of me
A jealous pride perhaps that made her leave
Without a kiss or clue of what to be
Oh what a tale of fate dost Cupid weave!
Or should I blame myself, branches and all?
The distance of our hearts my hands would cleave
If only that thou love would never fall
Into the arms of one she would adore
And as for me...to never ever call
I reminisce our romance just once more
The spring and summer sands, free as a dove
Later I'll cry; for now this drink shall pour
From me to you and to Autumn our love
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