The romance of Fall has fallen with its leaves
Nothing more than melancholy skies and a heartbreaking breeze
I praised the death of your past in hopes you’d be reborn
But as Winter begins its reign you are just a woman scorn
Your similes fall on blind eyes and metaphors on deaf ears
Only those with low quality and desperation grant you cheers
My love, my muse, and dream where has your mystery gone
What has become of the damsel for which my knightly heart longed
Valentine's Fall 