Remember then when I took your hand,
In November when we walked again,
Through vineyards and the orchard lands.
I wished my friend, it would never end,
And it hasn’t.
See, we are still walking if you can imagine it.
You asked me where we were going,
Following without knowing…
I didn’t have a clue.
So to you,
That night, I told ya:
“Wherever the left leads the right, and vise versa.”
…
When leaves fall from my heart, may they take me to your soul.
Because this Fall I fall for you, my Autumn Tree, my Doll.
…
Moreover then, around the bend,
In December when we’ll walk again,
Through snow storms and the winters wind.
I hope my Friend, it’ll never end,
And it wont.
There is always room to fear, but I don’t.
You’ll ask me what I’m thinking
Peaking, blinking, speaking..
I’ll reply, shy:
“This is all my dreams are made of,
This Journey, with you, my Love.”
