The first leaf beagn to fall,
Slowly fliterly towards the ground beneath,
Capturing my sight,
In an instant it was gone,
So much like your loving presence.

They tell me New England is beautiful in the Fall,
Alas this cannot be so,
For you will be in the old not the new.
Then such beauty I'll behold,
Holding you beanth thsoe Autum skies.

When you go away,
The nights will be cold
My eyes heavy,
Til I hold you again,
And then once more,
You are gone,
Always too breif a gilmpse.

To hold you through the winter,
Keeping me warm beeside me,
Not letting you go,
For this, I must wait many a year.
I know in my heart it's worth, whatever it takes.