Crisp autumn weather, I fell in love with your cream-colored sweater
Bitter fresh coffee, 6.30.am bus stop; I fell in love with your flushed cheeks and pinkish tempting lips
Rugged brown leather boots crushing fragile colored leaves; I fell in love with your early morning stride
Frank Ocean's voice softly dancing around you; I fell in love with your morn soul.
My mind drifting off, imagining your evening soul
Broken book spine pressed tightly within your hands; I fell in love with your eyes racking through each page.
I fell in love with your tiny smile you couldn’t hold back.
I fell in love over, over, and over each morning.
Autumn became your lover and I became your author.
Autumn/ ˈôdəm: The third chapter of life. Autumn is made up of childlike laughter, passionate hands holding one another, flushed cheeks, morning strolls, and evenings spent basking in love of all forms.