The woods are afire with the glow of autumn,
While the cool wind caresses my being.
The languid flowing of a passive river
Does not deter the emanating body of my love.
The filtering sunlight lands in melting pools
Upon the beautiful visage I've so oft adored.
Again and again, I kiss the softness, the velvet
That only you can possess.
And yet, these are only quiet dreams.
Dreams that will not leave my mind to rest.