Autumn leaves that gently fall
And caught in blades of grass...

I have an image deep in my mind
I wish I could duplicate...

We loved our old fireplace
With flames that would burn bright...

Sometimes we look far too deep
Or choosing paths that are too steep...

If love was like the weather
With four seasons for its moods...

With perfect vision
One can still miss the target...

I love the way you walk in the room
And all my attention you steal...

Physics has proven
Bodies fall at the same rate...

I often go to borrow books
From my library up ahead...

I drift along the paths of night
The moon light glows and shining bright...

With only a moon for the light
Though I didn't need any more...

Our love is just like time
It's never standing still...