Ah you. Summer always suited you so
Much best. Last year when you were Lost,
I found you out on the porch, smiles at me
And asking when we might?
The answer simmers.
When Autumn became you came bepanicked
Less romantic more sofrantic wondering
Who could make a place for you in theirs?
I said only you.
Lately one more said the best for me:
You can't fix anyone. You can only give them
Love (
this we've been waiting for ) .
