My love for Autumn

Her beautiful name was Autumn.

I was her lady and she was mine.

I was made out of bright green, 

while she was every single color.

Orange when she kissed me,

yellow when she touched me,

red when she said my name,

brown when she said goodbye.

Her skin felt soft like a cloudy day,

her voice was mysterious like the wind,

her feelings changed like the weather,

and her eyes rained when she left.