“Have You Lost Faith in Autumn?”
I wrote to you last autumn, around this time
Can’t say I expected a prompt reply,
It was more akin to an anticipation sublime
So hard to accept you would neglect to try
Autumn can do that to a woman, you know
Words become a casualty of war of the heart,
If another man was present, why not say so?
Of your silence, understandable, it played a part
Perchance, however, there was no particular other
Is it unthinkable to surmise you’d lost faith in autumn?
Its ability to inspire you to want to hold another
“Trust phobias,” believe me, many of us have fought ’em
If you could do me this one favor this fall season
Lend me your faith—an agreed-upon term loan,
You’re at liberty to call it, rescind it for any reason
I’m determined this human transaction you won’t bemoan
I could go it alone, I have no problem with that
A man is no good to a woman if not centered within,
For the honor of your autumn hand, I’ll go to bat
Homemade enchilada soup with an honored friend
Is what life should be gifted when fall sets in
Would you like to attend a community play with me?
After, we can share mocha frappes at the Firehouse Den
And warm zucchini bread from the in-house bakery
Yeah, lend me your faith, loan me your fragile trust
We could go it alone, sure, but autumn wants its say,
Looks like rain, my stowed umbrella I’ve wiped the dust
I look forward to seeing you tonight, it’s Pamper-Her-Friday….
Restore her trust . . . in Autumn. -Rg2
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