Fall Lover
My springtime love was much too young.
He came before his flings were flung.
Beguiled by beauty in the spring.
His fickle love was passing thing.
A summer love was more mature
But much too hot to long endure.
The heat of summer soon will pass
And then I’ll be a lonely lass.
In fall I have a cooler head
To search for one to warm my bed.
Fall love survives the wind's first blast
And through the winter’s cold will last.
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For Michael’s contest “Falling in Love in the Fall”
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