My heart; an Autumn

My heart, an Autumn

endlessly falling-

a strange season by itself 

yet blossoming like no other.

For it falls with the softest breeze

your gentle winter

blows upon me.

Each move you make

chills my skin,

freezes my feet

almost steals a beat

out of me.

Just for me to ripen again 

like half a spring, within 

the few seconds it takes you

to breathe, deeply 'neath 

my senses- then I with seconds 

passing ahead of me,

I fall right again before you

...for you.

And though your presence

makes me shine like a 

summer's sun, but being

your Autumn became 

an addiction-that I

can't let go of

for the sake of its 

new meaning,

radiant colors, for its

novel symbols.

Falling forevermore;

flourishing even-more.

Poem courtesy: Rania Moallem