Pause for a moment and ask yourself:
What if we lost fall, ignored its postcard trees,
What if it simply left sans notice
Why, whose hand would I gently squeeze?

Near the end of a West Central Park walk
Beneath floating flakes of falling leaves,
Timidly, you; a bit tepidly, me
There’s this image my mind retrieves:

Of when Harry initially met Sally . . . and
Barack laid eyes on Michelle that first time,
When Kanye met Kim . . . uh, well, not quite
But I needed this stanza to rhyme

I sense a smile from the gentle reader
Did you not think I could make you laugh?
A romance scribe can’t be serious all the time
I guess I’m prone to the occasional gaffe

So, too, am I capable of inspiring thought
The kind that lingers after a shared cocoa,
All the better if it begins to rain
Fresh zucchini bread should be eaten slow

To savor each morsel and time well spent
Autumn in no way likes to be rushed,
There’s a patterned scarf I saw in the window
When I mentioned Pamper-Her-Friday, you blushed

I swear, there was something angelic about you
I don’t throw around such a hallowed term with ease,
Not wanting to overstay my popcorn visit
Brevity’s my hallmark, yet an autumn breeze

Is how I would describe our brief exchange
It could very well have been the last,
In the movie, they were to meet at the tower’s top
I was determined not to regret the past

You see, autumn offers the perfect transition
To consider the possibilities of a storybook fling,
To re-meet again, can we repeat within
Our hello to the coming of a second spring

The bell has rung, I guess I should dismiss myself
But let me say what it is I need to say,
I swear, there’s just something about you, woman
Will you come away with me this Pamper-Her-Friday . . . ?

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A woman is most romantic . . . in autumn. -Rg2

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