Well, I’m asking . . . here, right now:
Have I entered the security door of your mind?
Why my inquiry? For autumn has arrived
Perhaps you’re in need of an emotional bind

No, no entanglement of the complicating sort
Your things-to-do list appears already in arrears,
Rather, a safe passage into a promising new season
A little pampering compensation for the lost years

How do I know your story? Actually I don’t
I guess I’m surmising on pure instinct,
But you’re not the first to be deprived of affection
When I gazed into your eyes, you helplessly blinked

Something’s amiss about your life, dare I say
Has it to do with the approach of autumn?
Chilly mornings now await your restless sleeps
And ghosts of boyfriends past–you’ve fought ’em

Valiant have been your efforts to keep fear at bay
Yours is a fortress of a defense mechanism,
“I won’t open myself to anyone,” you’ve self-vowed
Exercising your own brand of love nativism

“No Entry” . . . the sign you’ve worn long enough
Your firewall, I admit, is nearly immune to hacking,
But I’m the writer of the rarest software code
My autumn algorithms even have CIA backing

Ever so close I am to figuring you out
A brief study I began through the Starbucks window,
Sitting there, sipping there, alone were you
A periscope capture in motion so slow

In walks a most handsome fall mind-toucher:
“Hello, would you mind if I take a seat?”
“No . . . I mean yes . . . I mean no,” your reply
You awaken from the dream with leaves at your feet

Autumn has arrived; so, too, woman, have I
Selected an extra pair of mittens–just in case,
Simply release the glove compartment latch there
Now ease back, relax, and enjoy the pace

What are you doing this fall, to honor autumn?
By chance, have I ever crossed your mind?
Let’s explore the possibilities over candlelight dinner
No, I’m not proposing an emotional bind

Unless my instinct’s correct: Something’s amiss
How long can you keep my affections at bay?
Autumn is a season of companionship bliss
No better time to begin than Pamper-Her-Friday.

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Romance lives . . . in autumn. -Rg2

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