Leaves have fallen around us throughout these many years
Mist has clouded our eyes with vapors of vast confusion...
No one told us then, how storms might come, how skies would gather tears
Or how the sun would often hide, and seem to disappear
Perhaps those years, might have done such harm, to have shattered our illusions
Instead, we lean into each other's arms, and will stay until conclusion...
For Alfred's Contest: ABC of Love