In the glow of autumn's gentle embrace,
A nineteen lover girl found her place,
With books and films that warm the heart,
Old romantic comedies play their part.
He, a sweet soul with eyes like night,
Curly hair dancing in soft, dim light,
A listener of dreams, a tender friend,
In his laughter and whispers, my worries mend.
Carnations in hand, I sat in awe,
As he took the stage, a sight to draw,
With every line, my heart took flight,
In that cozy theater, everything felt right.
As the air turned crisp, our hearts intertwined,
In sweet conversations, our dreams realigned.
Wrapped in the magic of this season’s song,
We built our own world, where we both belong.
So here in this moment, let time gently flow,
In the softness of autumn, our love continues to grow.
With every whispered promise, under starlit skies,
In the warmth of his presence, my spirit flies.