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