Autumn's Solace
You weep because you feel unloved,
That your fate is of no concern
To the multitudes or that cherished one
For whose affection you yearn.
Your love is deep, and you’ve waited long
For a word, a smile, or a touch;
And I am cursed with that special grief
Reserved for those loved too much.
Since our futures lie in mystery,
And the past can’t be undone,
The orange lawn awaits us now
In the midday lemon sun.
Autumn may comfort our aching hearts,
Offer balm in its summer-soft air,
Let its glorious leaves caress our sleeves
And cling to our breeze-blown hair.
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