It must be knowing that there are new colors, in the sky.

The sunset is lit on fire & you hold the match, with pride.

It must be defrosting the window, with a crackling fire.

As the chimney breathes out smoke, you breath in desire.

It must be the way wind slides the sea's surface, & kisses your face.

Sea shells, sea shells, sea shells, laying all over the place.

It must be in that fallen leaf, that begs for you to take it's picture.

The fall colors, decorating earth; making life look richer.

It must be hidden in the air, in the distance, it isn't fair.

It's how I'm locked up here, while you are in bondage, over there.

It must be the eagerness, once you & I are finally together.

We float around in laughter, as if we were falling feathers.

It must be in the whistle of the bird on my window, that sings.

Love must be all of these things.