There's something about
The crisp air of autumn.
Taking it into your lungs,
And letting it out
As a cloud of breath
Escapes your lips
And disappears
Into the trees.
The only sounds are
Of the leaves that have fallen,
Crunching beneath your feet.
Perhaps it's lovely to let things go.

The pain is gone,
The pain is gone,
I've finally found a friend,
I can count on.

Romantic love eventually ends,
Only to be followed
by committed love.