She stood in her coyness, covered in dew,
Her skin wrinkled and curled up not new,
The impish and naive gust of fall teasing,
Her overtime, the blossom of her youth,
Lost with myriad falls, perhaps it was last,
With one string her life attached, aghast!
She wanted back all in her lap, lost love,
Lost times of warmth and placate,
Seasons and fall her mates, standing oft,
In her galleria, she thought of grabbing,
All those moments of togetherness in fist,
Alas! Too small to catch the tick of mist,
Blurred vision had seen much, aloofness,
For them she is a wrinkled, saffron leave,
Ready to fall, love stuck clinging last heave!
Been long the parting had made soar,
At her last, recalling his last words for,
This fall remaining as his unsaid love,
Do not die ever, for I had loved you once!
Do not die ever, for I had loved you once………..