• Nights we will remember,
    when summer was around
    but now the leaves are turning brown
    and falling to the ground.

    There was a sweetness in the air,
    not like that of a fruit
    but only of a lovers breath
    and that's the honest truth.

    And when our hands are tangled
    and lips formed with a kiss,
    that is the day that i will love
    and miss when it's dismissed.

    But now that summers over,
    and the suns warmth has gone astray
    fall shall dip it's head in and wisk our love away.