Autumn is making
Its way to the trees,
And half of a lonely
September agrees.
But in my hard hurting
Mind I can see.
That if I fall
It won’t be with the leaves.
If one more minute
Life would allow
I’d tell you to cherish
Forever and now
Time given to you.
Love given in need.
But forget moments
That aren’t yours, I plead.
I gave you so much
Just give me back this:
The pleasure, the bruises,
And each treasured kiss.
