I met her in the autumn; <br />When such are found, you know. <br />She said, 'In all her glory.' <br />Though joking, oh how so! <br /> <br />So true, I did inform her. <br />But then, to no surprise. <br />Such things are never certain <br />In autumn's paradise. <br /> <br />An autumn love, so firmly, <br />May grasp a loving heart; <br />It still may seem together, <br />Though broken from the start. <br /> <br />Through autumn, when it found me. <br />Through winter's frozen years. <br />Such love alive in springtime, <br />Brings forth a rain of tears. <br /> <br />That's why the loves of autumn <br />Display a special trait. <br />The heartbreak, comes much sooner. <br />The love ends, much too late. <br /> <br />For young love, it's more tragic. <br />Although it's torn apart, <br />The yearning never ceases <br />Around a virgin heart. <br /> <br />So when the tears of springtime <br />Give way and summer looms; <br />The autumn love, once tempting, <br />Ignores the soul it dooms. <br /> <br />And then, the autumn comes again <br />For young loves one and all. <br />Changing then, its name once more, <br />From autumn to the fall.<br /><br />GREENWOLFE 1962<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-love-10/
