As the leaves of fall descend upon me
A new love blooms like the blossoms of spring.
Could it, was it meant for this love to be?
My heart has mended like an old bird’s wing.
My once broken heart is once again whole.
I look into his eyes in puzzlement,
His azure eyes a window to his soul.
Could he love me too, this angel heav’n sent?
Trembling, I hope, begging the stars to know.
Our love is not seen or heard, only felt;
Springing up from the ground where love does sow.
His eyes drift away, and then my heart melts.
What can be, what may be, cannot be told,
I will always love his heart pure as gold.