Come, my love, we've no time to waste,
the clock is showing half past seven:
just enough time to get one more taste
of Eros' essence -  the Elixir of Heaven

Love in Autumn is no less sublime
than when Spring's first love sustains.
See the hourglass inverted - its time
to outrun those fast-falling grains

Love is calling from a distance,
Now she sheds her glorious veils
Lest she think we offer resistance,
Seize all the joy her voice entails.

Autumn's last buds will soon depart,
As frosty breezes nip at the vine;
let nothing fail to stir this eager heart –
come love, come song, come vintage wine.

Time is fleeting pointing a finger,
The sun is setting – it cannot wait
No longer at leisure can we linger,
Come now, my love – embrace our fate.

Time has distilled to purity the love we share.
Free from realms of dreams there are no flaws.
Love thrives with a certainty we could never dare
nightly, daily  - ever ordered by joy's eternal laws.

Tobias