it is the season
of the turning leaves
and we are left
with the bareness of the trees
and my love
it grows and grows more
and it sets
and it learns and gets more mature
oh my baby
oh my love
there's no maybe
there's no maybe
Life is so full with you
I'm constantly amazed
at the things we do
to share our existance
a Conversation
or
a gently rub
a caress
i can never get enough
of you
it is the season
of the turning leaves
and we are left
with the bareness of the trees
