Autumn's chill settles in the air,As I sit and wait for you,The longing for your touch so fair,Grows stronger with each passing hue.
The leaves, once vibrant, now turn gold,And fall softly to the ground,As memories of you take hold,And the future seems unfound.
But in this moment, I find hope,As I wait patiently and true,For the brighter future we will elope,And be together anew.
The warmth of your embrace I crave,As I endure the season's cold,But the promise of a better wave,Keeps my heart from growing old.So, as the autumn winds do blow,And the chill seeps into my bones,I'll hold onto the hope and glow,Of a future that we will own.
