I thought I loved the warmth of the sun.
Really, I love the warmth your body offers.

I thought I treasured the moments where
my skin was chilled, and my breath was smoke.

Really, I ache for the chills your lingering fingers
trace onto my skin, and how you take my breath away.

I thought that my favorite was the comfortable coolness,
the perfect autumn.

Really, I love how I've fallen for you.
Better than leaves, of any color, ever could.