Autumn comes back around <br />and all the leaves fall to the ground. <br />The air turns cold but the sky’s still blue. <br />Will you fall to me as I fall to you? <br /> <br />It was where we first met, under the sycamore tree. <br />You were nineteen and I was twenty three. <br />If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t be here. <br />And when the tree colors change I can still hear you whisper in my ear. <br /> <br />The leaves blow away, the years do too. <br />I wish the Lord let you stay, or let me go too. <br />My beards turned grey, but years I probably got a few. <br />But when the leaves change, oh how I miss you. <br /> <br />I remember that day clear in my mind. <br />You were reading poetry as I crept up from behind. <br />You turned around and caught my eyes, <br />the autumn leaves were blowing to the skies. <br /> <br />I could have sat there for eternity, <br />and when the sun set you kissed me. <br />I thought I would always be alone. <br />I hope you can hear me through this poem. <br /> <br />I sit outside and light my cigarette. <br />I gaze at the stars after the sunset. <br />I feel you looking down at me as I look up at you. <br />Will you fall to me as I fall to you?<br /><br />Patrick Dumas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-love-7/
